“Girl I've been doing your hair for years. Why does your ends look like this? I've only been away for a week.” Maya asked when I sat in her chair to get my hair maintained. “Have you been worrying about something?”
I hadn't had a chance to tell Maya about the incident with Rachel or my mother's phone call. When the incidents happen she was at a major magazine editorial shoot in LA. As soon as she returned, I made an appointment ASAP.
“Let me tell you what happen...” I launched into the emotional story. By the time that I was finished Maya was standing in front of me with her hand on her hip, eyes narrowed, and twirling her sharp scissors around, effortless, in one hand.
“Oh hell naw. NOPE. You want me to get Ray-Ray and Big Tony to go and trash her store? The chick won't have nothing in her store when they're done. Plus Big Tony wants you. He will do anything you ask. You don't give up information like that. That's a woman's silent code. Cousin or not that bitch ain't your friend.”
Laughing I told her it was okay. I could deal with it. I've seen Big Tony and he isn't someone you play with.
But Maya did bring up a excellent point. Is there a good time to break a silent code and if you do are you a friend or foe?
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