that.
Taylor shakes her head at me.
And that means what?
A nail lady in a pink Star Nails shirt examines my hands. She rubs them.
âSoft,â she says.
âThank you.â
My nails are supershort and jagged.
âBite?â she asks.
âIâm sorry?â
She touches my nails. âYou bite?â
âOh, yes, sometimes. Itâs a bad habit.â
âNo bite,â she says. âPretty.â
She rubs stuff on my nails. I can hear Taylor say, âSo where are you from?â
âVietnam,â her nail person answers.
I donât know what to say to my lady.
Seen any girls with baby animal eyes lately?
âWow,â Taylor is saying, âIâve always wanted to visit your country. How long have you been here?â
The woman looks nervously at the man, who comes over. âGirls come to be Americans.â He points to an American flag above the cash register. âVery proud.â
I gulp. My brain goes to the PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN sticker on the van.
I donât look at Taylor or Mim or anyone.
âRelax hand,â my nail lady says.
âIâm sorry.â
âI love Vietnamese food.â Thatâs Taylor. âTotally love it.â
âYou like?â her lady asks.
âThe sandwiches, the spring rolls. To die for.â
âNo die.â The man laughs. âHappy!â
The women look up smiling and look back down. The man claps his hands. âHappy!â
I try to memorize every corner of this salon, every face.
âRelax hand,â my nail lady says.
âSorry.â
âI drive here every week from Colton,â a woman tells Mim. âBest manicure around.â
The man smiles at her. âGood customer!â
Sure is happy here, although it doesnât seem real.
âIâm here from San Francisco,â Taylor lies. âHave you been there?â
Her nail lady shrugs and looks down.
My nails are looking goodâsmooth and even. The lady gives me a hand massage and I feel my muscles relax a little.
âTight,â she says, rubbing my thumbs.
âI guess.â
More customers come in. Every seat is taken.
The lady paints my nails with Whisper Pink. I love it. Sheâs so careful, like an artist painting. She puts on another coat.
âYou star now,â she says.
âThank you.â
âHappy!â The man claps.
I put my hands under the dryer. Another lady comes over and gives me a magazine.
âThank you.â
âNice,â she says.
I look at her. She has the biggest eyes. Really huge eyes.
âNice,â she says again.
I look down at the magazine, itâs open to a page with pictures of shoes that have such high heels, they look like theyâd kill a person.
âThank you,â I tell her.
Thereâs nothing happening here that I can see.
Nothing that points to this girl.
The nail lady with the big eyes is watching me.
I just want to leave, okay?
We donât exactly have a signal for that!
Taylor and Mim arenât paying attention to me. Mim is talking to the woman next to her like she has all the time in the world. Taylor is lying away: âYes, I have a career on the stage, but I try to be balanced. I canât say yes to everything.â
âHappy!â
I donât think so!
Seventeen
âShhhh.â Taylor holds up her hand as we walk across the street from Star Nails. âAppear normal.â
âYouâre talking about a life on the stage and living in San Francisco!â
Mim points to Mabelâs Cafe.
âAnd what about that happy guy?â I whisper. âAnd the way all the nail ladies looked up and smiled when he said it and looked back down?â
âShhh.â
âIâm way past that!â
My phone rings. Itâs Mom.
Big Bad Timing.
Appear normal.
I donât want to go home.
âHi, Mom,â I chirp.
Taylor turns around and mouths,
Be careful.
âWhat am I doing?