Summer has resigned from the salon. With school, and holiday winter break she’s over it. I think what happens to these girls they just get tired of all of the people who come in here to tan. Mostly the women just start to annoy them. It’s happened to a lot of the girls who have worked here.
I miss her and occasionally reach out to her because I’m fond of her. We mostly text.
“I feel like we’re drifting apart because we don’t work together anymore.”
“Aww no! I’ve been dealing with so much shit I haven’t been myself.”
“I was just telling Kita today how much I missed you. I told her I was going to text you to see if you would visit me at the salon… and here you are! How are you?”
“Ha Ha is she working there yet?”
“Not till January.”
“Ohhh Gotcha. Did Achilles leave my final pay?”
“I haven’t seen it. Should I tell him you’re coming in this week to get it?”
“Yea, or I can text him either one…. I have terrible, terrible news as well.”
“What happened, Summer?”
“Charles I’m pregnant. You can’t tell anyone though. I found out on fucking Tuesday.”
“Do you know who the father is?” (a feeble attempt at levity in the face of great adversity)
“Jake.” (her boyfriend of two years)
“Does he know?”
“Yea. He made me take the test. I had to tell my parents and he told his.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Well there’s not much I can do. I went to the doctor to see if I could get an abortion. Guess how far along I am?”
“Take a guess.”
“Six months since yesterday.”
“What the fuck??? Didn’t you notice you hadn’t gotten your period in all that time?”
“My period is so messed up I haven’t gotten it in over a year. It’s always been messed up.”
“Ok. I’m stunned. So what’s the plan?”
“I don’t look it at all. And I am not sure yet.”
“Well abortion is well off the table.”
“Yea. six months. That’s a legit baby.”
“So adoption or become a mom. What do the families say?”
“They all sound like they want me to keep it.”
“Well your family can afford it and probably don’t want one of their own being raised by another family.”
“Yes, that’s very true. They said not to worry about the money.”
“That’s good… so shotgun wedding for you and Jake?”
“hahahahahahahahahah Hell no!”
“Just think he broke up with you when you were pregnant with his child! (Got back together a week later) Do you know the sex of the baby?”
“I find out Wednesday. Think about all of the drinking I did since June… We’re seeing if the baby is healthy.”
“I was just thinking about that. Oh Jeez. No birth control?”
“I was on birth control since 8th grade. My liposuction surgery fucked it up. I got pregnant two weeks after it. The antibiotics canceled it out.”
“Oh shit. I hope the baby is okay. When can I see you?”
Tomorrow I’ll come in and see you.”
“Okay. see you then, Summer.”
Well let’s see where this journey takes poor Summer!
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