The music was low, the shop smelled like acrylic and cuticle oil, and somebody in the front was laughing loud as hell about something on their phone. Normal shit and I needed normal.
“So…” Shante looked at me. “Are you going home after this?” I sucked my teeth. “I don’t know.” I picked up the polish again. “ I just need to figure some shit out first.”
“Like what?”
I shrugged. “Like what the hell I’m doing about Deuce.”
Shante looked at me. “You still don’t want to talk to him?”
“No.”
I shook my head. “I’m tired of feeling like that man playing in my face.” I started painting her nails. “I love him, but I’m tired.”
She nodded. “I understand.”
I looked at her. “That’s why I’m probably going to my mama’s house. I need to be around my baby and get my head together.”
“That sounds like a good idea.”
I smiled. “See, that’s why I keep you around.”
She laughed. “Girl, please.”
I held her hand under the lamp. “Don’t move.”
“I ain’t.”
I looked at the finished nail. “Okayyy. That’s cute.”
Shante smiled. “You know you always do my nails cute.”
For a few minutes, neither one of us said anything and honestly, I liked it that way. I didn’t need another conversation about Deuce. I didn’t need anybody telling me what I should do. I just needed a little peace. I was putting the finishing touches on Shante’s nails when my phone started ringing. I looked at the screen and it was Grandma Lorraine.
I answered. “Hey, Grandma.”
“Where you at?” She asked.
“At the shop.”
“Good, I made baked spaghetti and fried fish.”
I stopped what I was doing and Shante looked up. “What did she say?”
I covered the phone. “She made baked spaghetti and fried fish.”
Shante’s eyes got big. “Tell her we are coming.”
I started laughing. “Grandma, we are on our way.”
“Don’t take all day.” She said before hanging up.
I looked at Shante. “You heard her.”
She was already licking her lips. “Girl, I’m ready.”
I laughed. “Let me finish your nails first.”
“Please do, because I’m not walking into Grandma’s house looking crazy.”