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“Fine, but I expect details after work or I’m going to put Mr.Sasquatch on your regular rotation,” Lisa playfully threatens.
We have an older man in his late seventies who schedules an appointment every Tuesday afternoon.I think his real name is Todd or Bob, but he’s covered in hair like it’s a second shirt.He always has the foulest odor and thinks all the girls want him.He flashes his money like it’s gum trying to impress anyone who’s watching.He looks like bigfoot in a way, so the name stuck.Lisa has the honorary duty of placing him on the schedule for all the massage therapists and gives him to the girls she’s hating on at the moment.Which is why I always try to bring her some of Saylor’s baked goods to butter her up.
“Okay, okay.I’ll tell you a smidge of why I’m so happy,” I say to her and she all but shushes the lobby to listen in.“…after work.”
“You’re a real buzz kill, Everly, but I love you, so I’ll let it slide this time.”
“Thank you,” I say even though I’m not sure why.I love working here and all of us get along so well together.
“You’ve got a new client in thirty minutes.She’s wanting to release some tension.She looks familiar but who knows, and then you’re booked with Cammie’s regulars every hour until five, with an hour lunch at one.Cammie called and wanted to say thank you once again for taking on her clients today and that her daughter is doing better.”
She prints up my list and I make my way towards the massage wing of the building to treatment room nine.
“I’m sticking around until you’re done so don’t think you can sneak away without talking with me!”Lisa shouts across the room and I pick up my pace to get away from her.She really is a fun girl when she lets her guard down.
I’m in my room making sure everything is stocked up for my new client, when there’s a knock on the door and Saylor steps in.I haven’t turned on the light letting others know I’m in session yet.She’s got a box in her hands, and I can smell the fresh croissants from across the room, making my stomach grumble.Every Saturday, she brings pastries by, from her bakery down the street, for us girls at work and to take home so we can enjoy them over the weekend.
“Lisa said I should come check on you.Something about last night?”
“I’m going to kill her,” I mumble.
“Well, from the glow and the plastered smile I think I can guess.”She squeals which makes me squeal unintentionally.
“Oh Saylor, it was amazing, and he was so great and gentle and caring.”
“I know you’re filling in for Cammie, so when do you take lunch?You can share all the elusive details.”She checks her watch, and I see that my client should be here any moment.
“I’m at one today, what about you?”
“I’ll tell the staff that I’m needed then too.I’ll swing by and we’ll hit up the café around the corner.”
“Sounds good.”
“Knock, knock!”We hear from the door, and it’s the owner of the spa and Saylor’s grandmother, Sharolyn.I’ve called her Glammy since I was nine and she took care of me while dad was away on deployment, but when we are at work I call her by her given name.
“Hey Glammy!”Saylor greets, hugging and kissing her grandmother.She opens the top of my goodie box and offers her croissant.
I come over, giving her the same treatment.She’s always dressed to impress.She’s got on a black lacy top with a long leopard skirt that has a wide thick belt around her middle.She has short spiky hair that you see in magazines, and she is the essence of beauty.Glammy never leaves the house without accessorizing every inch of her body.People are always stopping her on the street or in a store, complimenting her style.I can only hope to achieve such a look.
“What are you girls up to today?”Glammy asks.
“I stopped by to check on Everly and see if she can have lunch later,” Saylor tells her.
“That’s great.Listen, I wanted to run something by you really quick, and I want you to really consider it,” she looks over at me.
“Okay?I’ve got about ten minutes before my first client if you want to tell me the short version,” I say, knowing that Glammy can be long-winded when it comes to her stories.
“Grandpa Alan and I were talking the other night.We’ve had an offer for someone to buy out all our spas, and I think we might take it.We really want to be in Montana more and this will enable that to happen.”
“Oh, really,” I say, a little disappointed that things will change around here soon.
“Well, we said that we might take it if they don’t include this location,” she pauses for a moment.“We want you to have this place and run it, dear.We’ve been so proud of how much you’ve grown over the years.You’ve got a really good head on your shoulders, and I think you could really flourish.”
“Uhh…” I’m speechless.
“Everly this is fantastic!”Saylor cheers.
“Are you sure, Glammy?”I ask, losing all professionalism.“You’d make millions off this as part of the sale.”
