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"It's not a bloody chunk or anything. It's skin now, and it's healed and everything, but shape-wise it's not quite right. They had to take some of my muscle out right there."
"Did you have to get over your surgery with your parents being mad at you?"
"Yeah, and that was not fun," I said with a smile.
"How did you get through that?"
"God."
"Really?"
"Yes. It probably sounds cliché, but there were some dark days back when it first happened, and yes. God. Big time. I don't know what I would have done if I didn't have Him—some sort of hope that this world isn't all there is." I shrugged. "Music helped, too."
"That's probably why Rita loved you."
I gave him a smile. "Why do you call her by her name?" I asked.
"I call her Rita up here, usually, and Birdy at home or when I'm talking to family. But she would love your story, though. You should tell it to her sometime."
I smiled. "I'm sure I will, if I get the job."
"You have the job, Jordan. I'll give you some time to get home and let your employers know, and then I'll call and double-check with them. But I'm giving you the job if you want to work here."
"Thank you," I said, feeling excited and trying not to let it be obvious.
"I don't mind waiting until the first of February," he added. "But please call if you change your mind because I… Claire, this is Jordan."
A female who was about my age was walking past, and Isaac pointed at me when he spoke, talking to her. Without hesitation, the girl sat on his side of the booth, collapsing next to Isaac in a way that was extremely familiar.
"Jordan, this is my sister, Claire."
I smiled and waved at her, and she extended her hand for me to shake. She had lighter hair than Isaac, and she wasn't a stranger to a salon. She was beautiful, and she looked me in the eyes and smiled sincerely like her brother did. Miss Rita was the same way. They were a nice family.
"Are you coming to work here?" Claire asked. Her expression was hopeful.
"Yes," I said, trying to seem sure of myself.
"Yesssss! I cannot do any more of this three-days-a-week stuff. I have at least fifty hours a week of stuff to do at my other job."
"Whoa, what's your other job?" I asked.
"Next door. It's a clothing store. A thrift store."
"Oh, you work there? That place isamazing. I went in there before I came here to eat lunch earlier, and I wanted everything I saw. I've never been to such a cool thrift store."
"Thank you," Claire said. "I love it. It's my baby." She made a face and rolled her eyes, pointing a thumb at her brother. "I need to be over there right now, butsomeonecan't take me off the schedule."
"Youcan't take you off the schedule," Isaac said.
"I'm usually only here on Tuesdays and Thursdays," Claire said, winking at me. "I used to be here full-time before I started the shop. I love this place. You're going to love working here. We have a good core group that has been here for years. Do you live close by?"
"I don't, no, not yet, I don't live anywhere. Yet. I live in Oklahoma currently. I'm moving here in a couple of weeks—by the first."
Isaac grinned at me. "She's starting on the first."
Chapter 7
Three weeks later
