"Juice, can I talk to you?" She had been pressing Miss Barbara Jean's hair in her small back room. Three other customers were waiting semi-patiently. Even though it had been weeks since she'd been attacked, it seemed that she was still trying to play catch-up in order to get to where she had been before her attack. She over-booked but only because people begged her to do their hair, or their daughter's hair and etc. Troy had gotten the wonderful idea to bake muffins which reduced ...