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you Jeanine just in case you need somewhere to sleep. Nathan didn’t want some of the furniture and your clothes so I moved them to a container. Raheem and Dezzy know where the warehouse is.
    I’m really sorry, baby. I promise I’ll get the money really soon.
    Eve.
     
    Shakira’s eyes stung with unshed tears as she tucked the letter back into the pouch. She wanted to give credit to Eve for trying to fix the trouble she’d wrought, but she just couldn’t. Most likely, this was the extent of Eve’s help.
    How many promises had she made before and not come through? She’d promised to help buy supplies for Shakira when she’d come back to finish high school. That promise had only lasted for the first term. After that Shakira had had to fund herself.
    Eve had promised to help with Shakira’s college fees. She hadn’t even come up with enough for the first semester of the first year. She’d promised rent, a car, clothing, to be a better mother…but never lived up to her word. Shakira had learnt not to expect more than what Eve gave at any particular time.
    While they permed, washed and then dried her hair, Shakira plotted her next step. She was just going to add the one thousand five hundred to the money she was planning to refund Nathan.
    Obviously she wasn’t going to sleep in Jeanine. She was done with that life. Spite told her to sell off the car, but the better half of her intervened. Her mother loved Jeanine and her leaving her was a sign of how badly she felt. She’d just park it until Eve came back and then hand it back to her.
    “I want that weave,” the client seated next to Shakira instructed London three hours later as she admired Shakira’s hair through the mirror.
    “Girl, that’s her hair,” London said before slapping Shakira on the shoulder with a hair brush. “Stop making the rest of us look bad.”
    “You need to stick to your red and purple highlights because jealousy is not a good color on you,” Shakira said as she patted her hair and then tossed her head making the long cock-screw curled strands bounce and lick her upper chest.
    “Keep talking, I’mma cut your hair,” London warned as she brushed then wrapped her client’s hair. The warning’s effect was however diminished by the reluctant smile tagging at the edge of her mouth.
    Shakira had already shown London Eve’s letter. The plan was for them to head out to the warehouse as soon as London was done with her shift and pick up some clothes for Shakira. After settling the client underneath the drier, London came back to shape Shakira’s eyebrows.
    “There!” she exclaimed once she was done. “No more jungle woman.”
    “I did not look like jungle woman,” Shakira protested
    “We need to show you off,” London said ignoring her protest. Her eyes lit up and excitement filled her voice. “We should go out tonight.”
    “Absolutely not!” Shakira’s refusal was loud and explicit. She had too many things to do. Get her clothes, book a room…
    “Check. Me, you, bright lights, some music, dancing ‘til dawn,” London listed as her eyes danced animatedly. She clicked her fingers. “It’s going to be Faaaaaabulous.”
    “I said No.”
    “This is going to double as your ‘Just Released’ party. I think I’ll call Enzo and the rest of the band to meet us at the club.” London solicited Shakira’s opinion, “Where’d you want to go?”
    “Nowhere!”
    London clicked her fingers. “There’s this new club next to our apartment called Dirty Hypnotiq . We’re going to rock this town.”
    “London!” Shakira turned and smacked her in the arm. “Are you deaf?”
    “Yes I am - to the word ‘no’.” London gave her a condescending look a she said, “Babe, you know we’re going out. Why do you even resist?”
    “I am not going anywhere.”
    Hours later, Shakira stood, pouting with her arms crossed over her chest as they waited in line outside Dirty Hypnotiq .
     
     
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