Mother Knows Worst
May 18th
I lean toward Houston with my back to the counter. “You sure you’re gonna be okay?” I ask.
He tilts his head towards me but keeps his eyes on Anastasia and Tiffani, who are doing a poor job of containing their love-struck giggling on the other side of the glass display. “I got this, Boss.”
“Chase them out if they get on your nerves,” I say as I grab my purse. “And stay out of their heads.”
He looks at me out of the corner of his eye. “I don’t want no part of whatever is going on in their heads.”
I pat him on the shoulder and leave the shop.
Today is Houston’s first day running the shop by himself. Okay, technically, it’s his first half a day, since its 3:30 in the afternoon and we close at 8 PM. The girls came in right after school and have been lurking a
