Cornered

Laina

The hot stones being rubbed on the bottom of my feet felt heavenly after the last couple of days I’d had. The young woman doing my pedicure smiled up at me. “Is it too hot”?

“No,” I said. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

Ginny was beside me. Her chair was on full-blown massage mode, and her body was being jostled around as a rolling ball in the back of the chair pressed into her shoulder blades and spine. She groaned and nodded appreciatively. “We need to do this more often.”

“Agreed,” I said.

After the massage and spa portion of the pedicure was done, the estheticians set to work painting our toes. I had chosen a dark purple color with a bit of glitter in it, while Ginny had favored a hot pink. She looked over at me as she turned down the intensity of her chair so her foot wouldn’t be moving while it was painted. “I can’t believe I missed Saturday night. And all that shit went down. It’s insane.”

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