I make it to Bethany’s without any issues. I see my four girls in the open doorway as I exit the vehicle.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” Bethany greets, ushering me into her warm house.
“Yes, it sucks that it snowed, but I’m glad you get to stay a few more days,” Savannah adds as we walk towards the kitchen.
“Hang on Bethany,” I call from the back-entry way. “Do you have a side hustle I don’t know about?”
“No, why?” she answers.
“What’s this?” I ask.
Adrian jumps in saucily, “That’s her new kink.”
“It’s not kink,” Bethany bristles. “Troy saw that when he was doing construction on a local salon. They didn’t want a third washing station anymore, and he remembered me going on and on every time I get my hair done about how good it feels when they massage my scalp.” She smiles at his kindness. “So, he brought it home and installed it for me. And now, he offers to wash my hair.” She shrugs like it’s nothing special, although she knows it is.