The Zane Collection #3 by Zane

Author:Zane
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-03-24T16:00:00+00:00

True, we love life, not because we are used to living, but because we are used to loving. There is always some madness in love, but there is also always some reason in madness.

—Friedrich Nietzsche

Five

Rayne, Age 28, Bank Administrator

Washington, DC

October 2003

I should have known. I should have known. I should have known. The second Boom—short for Boomqueesha—opened her mouth exposing a mouthful of teeth with the remnants of Cheetos adhered to them, I should have known better.

“Rayne, girl, my brother wanna meet you sumptin’ terrible.” She blurted this out to me while she was ripping huge green rollers and bobby pins out of my hair faster than those chefs demonstrate Ginsu knives on infomercials.

I asked the obvious question, being that my only dealings with Boom were my weekly hair appointments. Every Thursday at 5:30 P.M. like clockwork. “How does he even know about me?”

“Girl, he saw you walkin’ up out this joint a few weeks ago. Lookin’ all good and shit ’cause I’d hooked your do up as usual. You know how I be handlin’ thangs.”

Boom scanned the salon right quick to make sure all eyes and ears were on her. Any time she so much as hinted about her styling skills, she wanted an audience. Most of the women were too busy watching the Ricki Lake Show on the fuzzy black and white television leaned forty-five degrees to the right so the picture would come in halfway clear. The show was about “metrosexual” men. I’d never heard of the term but apparently it was a recent label for men who spent large amounts of time primping in the mirror, making sure their clothes were wrinkle free, and even shaving their body hair. Three women on the show were pleading for assistance to determine whether or not their men were actually bisexual. It was off the chain. Ricki had some drag queens on as judges who were quite entertaining all by themselves. They showed videotapes of the questionable guys going about their daily routines and if they couldn’t tell those men were sweet—even though they all proclaimed innocence to be strictly about punany—then something was seriously wrong with them. One of the guys even hung out in gay clubs and admitted to being flattered when homosexuals tried to flirt with him. He claimed that “a compliment is a compliment” and he was elated that both sexes found him attractive. I shook my head at the nonsense. Some women can’t see the forest for the trees.

Boom was still waiting to make sure her comment had mad attention. A couple of the women sitting on the “pleather” chairs in the waiting area glanced up at her from the hairstyle magazines on their laps. One older woman, stranded in the hair dryer section even though her hair was already dry, stared at her. She let out a yawn, probably wondering when she would get into Boom’s chair so she could get her hair combed out and head home. Like most beauty salons, From Naps to Baps was like participating in a game of musical chairs.

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