Letting Go {Edited}

Chapter 8: Jasmine {Edited}

Picture of Detective Robert Lee... Taye Diggs ------->

Walking into Mysteries Hair Salon causing the bell above the door to chime, all eyes turned to the door but everyone continued what they were doing. I glanced around, in search of my sister. Normally, it was crowded on Saturday's, but I guess business is not good since I been away.

Not that I work here or anything like that. It's just that before I left for a couple of months, this place was packed. Traci is a great hairdresser but it goes to her head. Anything she is good at goes to her head. I always tell her that. Maybe because she hangs around that Lauren chick since we were little.

Can't stand that bitch or her dumb sister. They both think their better than us, but I guess I am the only one that sees it. Lauren is a lawyer and Abrianna is becoming a Neurosurgeon. While my sister is a hairdresser and I'm between jobs.

Don't get me wrong. I love my sister to death. She has always been there for me when others weren't and I could trust her with anything. She was like the other half of me. Traci would do anything for me and vice versa. So I already know when she see's me she is going to be beyond mad since I left.

I walked over to my sister’s chair, sat down, and faced Katherine Blackwell, one of her employees. She is in charge when Traci is away for whatever reasons. Katherine, or what I like to call her, Mama Kat was an older black woman with short brown hair, kind of heavy set and is originally from down south New Orleans. Whenever somebody needs advice, they would come to her. She was like a second mom to me. She tells it like it is and calls it how she she is it. That's what I loved most about her.

 I watched her curl her client’s hair in her chair and looked at her. She glanced at me then back down to her client’s hair, continuing what she was doing.

“Haven’t seen your behind around here in months,” she said.

I sighed and rolled my eyes.” I don't understand why everyone is saying that. I was gone for a month or two.” I protested.

“Child you been gone longer than two months! Stop all that lying.” She said in her deep southern accent.

She gave me a penetrating stare while raising one of her perfectly arched eyebrow at me. I was a bad liar and she knew on the spot I was. Damn her! “Ok, I been gone longer than two months. Big deal, not like anybody I know missed my ass.”

She gave me another stare, “Stop cussing. You are to pretty for that. Need to wash your mouth out with soap like my mother did me back in the days.”

“Ohh! Here we go,” I laughed, “Another one of them ‘Old School’ lessons Mama Kat?”

“You gone learn to respect the old folks one day.” She said pointer her comb at me.

I flinched, thinking that she was going to throw it at me. “I respect you old people Mama Kat. No doubt about that.”

“If that’s the case,” she said, “Have you talked to your mother or father while you were away.”

I looked away from her to avoid eye contact. I opened my mouth to say something but was interrupted by the bell above the door chiming. I swiveled in the chair to get a look at who was coming through, hoping that it was Traci. But to my surprise, it wasn’t.

My jaw slightly dropped but I quickly shut it and swiveled back around facing Mama Kat. I held my head down and cursed under my breath.

“Child what did I say about your mouth.” She told me, but I completely ignored her. What is he doing here. I thought to myself.