Abby was still reeling from the previous night’s argument as she sat at her station, drinking coffee. Sonia was singing a Spanish song from her station as she arranged the items on top. She untangled the cord on the flatiron and then did the same with the curling iron. All the while Abby sat silently, thinking about Rose: where she was, how she was, would she ever come back?
Ivy jangled through the door, the bell swinging more than usual. Her expression was clearly upset.
Abby looked at her with curiosity. “You okay?”
Her eyes looked at Abby, then flooded with tears.
“Oh, honey, what’s wrong?” Abby asked, rushing over.
Sonia stopped singing and c****d her head.
With her arms wrapped around Ivy, Abby guided her toward the backroom.
“Sit down in the chair. Do you want coffee? I can ge
