My Sons Barber T0ld Me To Check Behind His Ear Until P0lice Arrived At My House

“Mom, I’m starving.”

“You ate two waffles an hour ago.”

“That was basically yesterday.”

Another barber laughed.

I hadn’t seen him before.

He was younger than Tony, maybe around thirty, with tattoos covering both forearms.

“I can take him,” he said. “Before he starves to death in the lobby.”

I hesitated.

Tony noticed.

“He’s good, Megan,” he said. “That’s Marcus. He’s been helping out here for a few weeks.”