Ear-holes and Eye-holesKit leaned on the counter and contemplated the twenty missed calls, which made her phone screen flash with an intermittent red light. Each caller had sent a text when the silent phone thwarted their desire to contact their potential new hairdresser. She sighed and looked up as Jerry plonked a carton of milk in front of her on the counter. “Just this,” he said. A yawn spread his lips wide and he apologised and covered his mouth with his hand. “Sorry. Tired.”
Nodding, Kit pressed buttons on the cash register and winced at its cheerful ping. The drawer released and hit her in the stomach. Jerry pressed coins into her palm and she dumped them in the relevant compartments without looking before slamming the drawer shut. “Tell me about it,” she replied. “These early start
