Heartbreaker by Kimberly L. Corum

Author:Kimberly L. Corum [Corum, Kimberly L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Heartbreaker Adobe eBook
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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KIMBERLY L. CORUM

Hey, Good Lookin’!

Tito gave me one look and said, “No.”

“Come on!” I begged. “If you don’t, I’ll go to another stylist!”

He held up one hand, put it across his heart and looked hurt, as

if I had just blasphemed him, his salon and the entire world. He

shook his head, went around the back of my chair and began to

study my hair, pulling it this way and that.

“You better take that back!” he hissed.

“Alright,” I muttered as he turned me around to face the

mirror. “I take it back.”

“Girl,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Look at them roots!”

I studied him with one raised eyebrow. He was, in a word,

preposterous. In short, he was a wannabe gangsta, as was his right

hand man—and boyfriend—Jerome. Problem was, they were both

gay. And whiter than white. They always wore about twelve thick

gold chains (think: Mr. T) baseball caps that were turned sideways,

pants that were way too big and some sort of Adidas—or whatever

was in style at that moment—sneaker. Which made them more

than a little odd. But they could cut hair like nobody’s business!

And I loved them.

The only reason I knew about their salon was because I just

happened on it one day. I’d been walking by and their logo had

caught my eye: Tito’s Saloon. Tito? Saloon? I went in, half-

expecting Tito Jackson to serve me up some beer in a frosted mug.

However, instead of Tito Jackson, I found Tito and Jerome. They’d

been sitting in the styling chairs, flipping through Vibe. When I

came in, they jumped up, descended on me and pushed me into a

chair. They began to tell me how wonderful it was that I’d dropped

by and that I was their first customer and did I know of any other

chicks that needed a new hairstylist? It was all a little weird, but an

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HEARTBREAKER

hour later, I had emerged with the best cut, color and style of my

life. They had even taken my picture and put it up on the wall:

Tina, Our First Satisfied Customer. Word!

I’ve been a devoted customer ever since. And I helped them

build their business by handing out their business cards. After a

while, they were the hottest salon in Atlanta. (Charlene uses

Jerome, but I’ve stuck with Tito.) They always make time for me.

Usually, they open up a little early so we can have the place to

ourselves to discuss men, rap music and sex.

And, just so you’ll know, they put too many “O’s” in salon by

accident then left it like that. Word to ya mother!

Jerome—whose real name was Jerry—said, “Uh uhhh!”

I rolled my eyes and faced Tito in the mirror. “Tito, I want to

dye my hair back to its natural color.”

They gasped as if that was the first time they’d heard it. “But

why?” Tito asked.

“Well, the rug don’t match the drapes. And I need a change.”

“I don’t know nothin’ ’bout no rugs or no drapes, girl, but I do

know you gots some major ass roots.”

I gots some major ass roots!

Jerome said, “Hmmph!”

“I don’t know,” Tito said, shaking his head and studying my

hair some more. “Why?”

“I need a change,” I said.

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