Unscented candles burn throughout the salon
in a shopping center shaped like a Tudor-style house.
The woman holds up Evie's hand and waves it at me, "Mom? Mom?"
She asks if the acrylics are too long, thinking she's a baby.
I have no idea how long a fourteen-year-olds nails should be
Sometimes I forget there aren't rules, like nail length and age don't matter, obviously,
but what is my job?
I should aspire to feel like I deserve to be a caretaker, rather than I deserve to be something else.
I went back to thinking about how the city feels bigger than the world, how I think it's time to go.
I stared straight ahead. The woman next to me showed the woman next to her
her Brazilian boyfriend called "Soid." "Backwards for "Dios.""Because he's so strong."
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