Talking Like Women

It couldn’t have been a good fifteen minutes later, in walked Robin. Face all tear stained, eyes puffed up and head full of different color rollers. She looked like a woman defeated and maybe she was. She had been blinding herself from her husband’s affairs as long as she had been dating him. Was this her wake up call? Is this what it took for her to finally come face to face with the kind of man she had pledged her life to? What kind of man has children by two different women leaving them both in the dark about the each other? Was she going to be able to go in here and talk this other woman without jumping on her right in this shop? Theoretically the truth was, this woman didn’t owe her anything, not even an explanation, but in reality the wife can’t physically beat the crap out of her husband, but there is a good chance that she could drag the other woman up and down the block releasing all of her frustration, anger, aggression and most of hurt and pain.

A complete hush fell over the salon as she made her way back to the dryers. Every eye in the building was on her anticipating the worst. Especially Sasha who didn’t know this lady, but was fully aware that she had just turned this lady’s whole world upside down and could only imagine how she would react in the same situation. But wait she was in the same situation…she was about to marry this man or so she thought. It was becoming painfully clear that Robbie had no intention of marrying her. How was he going to marry her if he was already married? And apparently he’d been married to entire time and gotten them both pregnant at about the same time. Now, Sasha’s initial shock wore off and anger began to set in for her also.

Monique quickly walked over and met Robin before she reached the dryers and said in a hushed voice, “Robin this is not the time or the place.”

“Monique, I’m not here to make a scene. I just came back to get my hair finished.” Robin calmly replied.

Monique raised an eyebrow and replied in a suspicious tone, “I’ll just put you over here.” She turned to lead Robin to a machine away from Sasha, but Robin would have none of it.

“I’ll take this one.” She said pointing to the dryer next to Sasha. “It’s still hot”
“Robin, don’t start no mess in here.” Monique growled softly through her teeth.
“I’m not…just.”
“Robin”
“Monique.” Robin pleaded with Monique, her eyes starting to tear up again. Monique gave in with a stern glare. Family. Can’t live with them; can’t give them a twenty percent discount without having them act a fool where you work. Sasha was uneasy and almost got up to move when Robin sat down beside her, but then something strange happened. Robin started talking to Sasha in a tone too low for anyone other than the two of them to hear. Sasha removed the hood of the dryer again and listened. This hushed conversation went on for more than thirty minutes under to watchful eye of Monique and was only disrupted by the sound of Sasha’s cell phone ringing.

Apparently the two ladies had come to some kind of understanding and Sasha had convinced their shared lover to meet her at her place for “lunch”. He quickly agreed seeing as they hadn’t made love in almost three weeks and he missed her or so he said. He even threw in a line about wanting to talk about setting a date…all in to the speakerphone feature of Sasha’s cell phone…why don’t men think before they speak. For a change, things were finally going, as they should. Robin and Sasha finished having their hair styled and left together in Sasha’s car to meet the man married to one of them and engaged to the other.