It’s been 5 years since that night in my game room. 5 years of wondering what would have happened if that game had ended differently. It’s been a wild time. The shop has never been busier. The guys come in every couple of months, when they can, and the place goes nuts. In the beginning, we had to shut down for the day, just so they could get done without being mobbed. The first time they came in, I caught one of the girls taking a lock of hair from the floor. They’re pretty used to it now. I will say: turnover in the salon is at an all-time low.
I still do Jon’s hair personally. He doesn’t want anyone else, and frankly, that’s fine by me. Believe me, it’s no hardship working with that glorious hair. He still lets me do what I want with it, so it’s been pretty much the same since the first time I cut it. There’s no sense in changing something that isn’t broken, right?
In the past five years, I’ve been so many places, seen so many things, it’s hard to keep track. I’ve been all over the country and all over the world, and –
What? Did you think I sunk that shot?
I could have.
It would have been the easiest shot in the world to make. I mean I couldn’t have had the balls lined up any better if I had placed them there myself.
I mean, really, our three-year old could have made a shot like that. In fact, she has. She’s quite the little pool shark. She gets that from her Momma. When she was learning, she pouted when things didn’t go her way. Her little blue eyes got dark and crinkly, and her nose wrinkled just a little, and those tiny little frown lines that formed between her fine, light brows? She gets that from her dad.
