“I’m sure it will be fine.”
“So you calmed them down?”
“Eventually. Then I left Nathan a message, but he hasn’t gotten back to me.”
“What about the clients?”
“Well, we stayed for a while and turned some of them away.”
“That sounds awful.”
“It was, especially because we had no idea what to tell them,” I said, letting my head fall back against the couch. “And then we called as many of the people we had numbers for as we could, but we didn’t have contact details for everyone.”
“Cause they’re in the front desk.”
I nodded. “It’s a fucking mess.”
“Jesus, Lucy. I’m so sorry.”
“And I know this place is no castle, but it’s more than we can afford without either of us working.”
“I’m sorry I haven’t found anything yet. I-”
“It’s not your fault. I know you’ve been trying.”
“What are we going to do?”
“Get any job we can as fast as possible.”
She nodded.
“And if that doesn’t work, sell our eggs.”
“Okay. I thought you were going to say organs in which case I’d rather not, but my eggs I can part with.”
I laughed. “I’m glad you have standards.”
“Well, I’m kind of attached to my organs.”
“Understandable.”
“But my unborn kids are probably brats anyway.”
I shook my head.
“The farther I can get ‘em from me the better.”
“Seriously though, any leads?”
“There were two new job listings today.”
“Where?”
“One’s a salon at the end of the pink line.”
“Ugh.”
“And the other’s at the end of the green line.”