“Ivy, would you like to come upstairs to my apartment after work?” Abby asked. “You can meet Seely.”
“Sure, cool.” Ivy was organizing rollers in a plastic container. “I’d love to meet Seely.”
“Good.” Abby walked to the supply room to unpack a box of hair color. This was the time, while meeting the kitten, that she would have a talk with Ivy. She said a silent prayer for the correct words to come.
When Abby left the supply room, she saw Sonia lifting items on her station, putting them down, and continuing this action. Under her breath, she was mumbling in Spanish.
“What are you doing, Sonia?”
“Earrings!” she practically shrieked. “I can’t find my earrings!”
“What do they look like?”
“Gold, big hoops,” she replied, making circles in the air with her two index fingers beside her ears.
