“What does that mean?”
She blew air out from her lips so loudly it sounded like she was holding the phone out of a moving car window.
“What?” I asked.
“I’m sort of on a perpetual lunch break.”
“A perpetual lunch break?” I let my head fall back against the headrest. “What does that mean?”
“It means I don’t have a job anymore.”
“What are you talking about? Did Chuck fire you, too?” I gripped the wheel. “He didn’t try anything, did he? Oh my god Lucy if he fucking touched you I swear I’ll-”
“No. It’s nothing like that.”
“So what happened?”
“I just showed up the other day and there was a sign on the door that said the salon was closed until further notice.”
“Closed?”
“Nice, huh? I guess the police took Chuck into custody.”
“Shit.”
“I know. I’m starting to think he might be a pretty bad dude.”
“So the salon is just closed? That’s it?”
“That’s it,” she said. “I suggested to Nathan that he see if we could open it up and one of us girls could manage it.”
“Yeah.”
“But he thought it was a bad idea. Said it was a mess we shouldn’t take on.”
“Jesus, Lucy.”
“I know.”
“When was this?”
“Two days ago.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I’m telling you now.”
“Yeah,” I said. “But before. Why didn’t you tell me right when it happened?”
“Cause I was busy.”
“Busy doing what?”
“Drinking vodka and eating cookie dough with Fiona.”
I smiled. “I guess you’re entitled.”
“I thought so.”