Chapter Six
Tiffany
“FOR REAL?” ASKED Felicia, staring at me from across the salon, her eyes wide.
It was the day after my audition, and we were the only people in the salon, save for our two customers seated before us.
“Yup, and he had his sister call me. He asked her to try and talk me out of continuing with the contest.”
She put a hand on her waist. “Did you tell them both to kiss your f*****g a*s?”
I glanced towards her customer, expecting a look of disapproval on her elderly face, but instead, she stared back at me with a straight face, and said, “f*****g-snot-boogers.”
It was then that I remembered, it was old Mrs. Conway who has Tourette’s Syndrome.
Trying not to laugh, I replied, “Not in those exact words,” I said, raising my customer’s chair. “But basically, yes.”
“Good,
