"Hold up," Delores said, "You can't keep coming to work and picking up a new uniform."
She's being trifling, making a scene in front of Sebastian and Dwayne who is coming through the delivery door. Nachine put her hands on top of the clothes. "I need it."
"So what?" Delores said. "I'm the boss. Now either go find the other uniform or you don't work here anymore."
"Mom, she can wear my spare," Rochelle yelled from the front counter area.
"Am not going through that mess of whose uniform is it." Delores wailed her arms around Nachine could've left but she desired to use the store for selling her drugs.
"I'll find it and be back by lunch hour," Nachine said.
"That's more like it," Delores patted herself on the back, "an employee listen to me."
Nachine took the public bus down to her former hide out house. Jogging down the street, her sweat brought back the scent of fresh rain urging on spring. She neared her hide out house where the BF's members parked their car in the driveway. The two young guys chatted up the next door neighbor as Golden Hair stood on her porch with a ivory suit and charcoal tie. Resembling a Krispy Kreme Powdered Cake donut, he turned and spotted her. She backed away, running her fingers through her hair to make it neat.
Got to hook up with him. Nachine retraced her steps to the restaurant: it was a good idea to not come back there. Finding the uniform that had fallen near the fence, she headed to work and changed into her uniform in the bathroom. Rochelle was at the restroom door. When Nachine open it, she stuck her hand in Nachine's face.
"Where's my money?"
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