“Willow!” Robbie shouts. “Why are you getting rid of that sweet old couple?”
“Because they’re creepy?” I respond. “You heard what they said.”
“Honey, I don’t give a fuck what they say about me, as long as I have enough money to pay my bills and eat. Did you ever think it was racist toward me if youdidn’ttake their money so that this business stays alive and I can keep making some cash? Geez.”
Robbie throws up his hands and walks away.
I stare after him for a moment, feeling anger rise in my chest.
“I can’t do this!” I call out, walking after him. I follow him into the kitchen where I put my hands on my hips. “I can’t live like this. I don’t want us to be known as the new hotspot for Neo-Nazis! I’m going to find McGuinty and confront him about what he wrote. This is unfair bullshit and we should not have to suffer like this.”
“Agreed,” Destiny says. “You go girl, go tell him how it is.”
“He may have been right about your hair,” Robbie adds, “but he was way off base with everything else.”