21 WinnieBy noon on Saturday, waiting customers filled all eight chrome-framed white leather chairs clustered near the glass entry door to LaNoir’s Hair & Nails.
Three teenage girls crowded the sleek redwood reception counter, tapping their feet on the glossy faux-marble floor, negotiating with bouffant-haired LaNoir for openings in the afternoon.
Since her arrival at ten o’clock, Winnie’d been glued to her station, one of six filling the white enameled work table running down the middle of the long narrow room. Laboring under the recessed ceiling spots that glinted off the shiny space-age decor, she’d handled six women, three men, and two little girls.
Luckily, she’d gotten the color job and the perm started right away. She’d shuffled the color over to the chair by the magazine rack to
