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“Yes.”
“He’s got a nice car. I saw it when you were waving. What is it? A
Mustang?”
Katie nodded again but didn’t answer. Rachel worked for a little
while in silence, applying color and wrapping the foil.
“How long have you been married?” Rachel asked as she coated
and wrapped a particularly tricky strand of hair.
“Four years.”
“That’s why you moved to Dorchester, huh?”
“Yes.”
Rachel kept up her patter. “So what do you do?”
Katie stared straight ahead, trying not to see herself. Wishing that
she were someone else. She could be here for an hour and a half
before Kevin came back and she prayed he wouldn’t arrive early.
“I don’t have a job,” Katie answered.
“I’d go crazy if I didn’t work. Not that it’s always easy. What did
you do before you were married?”
“I was a cocktail waitress.”
“In one of the casinos?”
Katie nodded.
“Is that where you met your husband?”
“Yes,” Katie said.
“So what’s he doing now? While you’re getting your hair done?”
He’s probably at a bar, Katie thought. “I don’t know.”