Isaac covered his body with a satin robe then stopped to feel the crown of the woman's head Ebony kicked. "Take a seat under the dryer."
"Who is she?"
"My undignified sister," Isaac said being led by Ebony to the back. She sat opposite Isaac, unscrewing the bottle top. She reached over to touch the stitches on his forehead.
"You've got that breaking up these clients fighting."
"Naw," Isaac said, moving her hands to her side of the table. "Some punk teacher Frankel tripped me."
"How you meet up with him?" She popped the ribs tray open, not sounding anxious. Isaac kept himself from telling the story.
He reached into Ebony's chest. "Where's the fork?"
Ebony stared at him, throwing him a sassy look. Then she retrieved two silver forks under her bra strap. Petty thief isn't bad.
"Jason calls him, Superfool," Isaac said, jeering.
Frankel changed the game, she thought.
"He stole Jason's precious book and receipts and don't ask me what he'll do with it.
"Yeah, you do."
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