“I just need a few days off to take care of some personal stuff, Jose,” Robbie said, sitting on the bed in Curtis’s bedroom. He’d given Robbie privacy while he made some calls.
“What am I supposed to do with your appointments?” Jose whined. In the background Robbie heard people in the salon chatting and working.
“They can be rescheduled or Jason can do them. Everyone loves Jason. Or you.”
Jose sniffed. “You’re looking into opening your own salon, aren’t you?”
Robbie sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “No, Jose. It’s just some personal stuff. I’m not leaving you.”
“Promise?”
“Yes, I promise.”
“Well, all right. But call me every day.”
“Yes, yes, I will. Talk to you later, Jose.” Robbie hit the end call button with relief. Now for the really hard phone call. Still he needed to
