"He's getting his car fixed."
"That boy and his car."
"You know him well, don't you? He wouldn't survive a day without that car in working condition."
After three hours in Naquetta's chair, Lela's inner diva was born.
Her curly tresses flowed down to her mid back and fit her pretty round face to perfection.
At the Colonial Mall, Lela and Tonya did some shopping. Lela was partial to a skirt and two shirts that Tonya picked out, but couldn't find anything she liked enough to buy for herself.
"I can't find anything I like. All of their stuff is so high," Lela said as she clinched her purse tightly to her side.
Sashaying around in her elegant, black, safari-style shirtdress and six-inch black stilettos, Tonya still would be a perfect dime even if she skipped out on the beauty treatments. Tonya could have passed for a supermodel..
"I know you're not going to be cheap today. You promised you would get jazzy with me tonight. How do you like these boots?" Tonya asked while strutting from one end of the Belk's dressing room to the other, as if she were modeling on a catwalk.
"And let me tell you something," she warned Lela. "You better flaunt it while you got it, honey. One thing for sure is you'll never catch me half stepping."
"Whatever. You need to open a savings account, a checking account, a 401K, or something," Lela preached, and then digressed.
"But don't let me get in the way of you trying to keep up with the Joneses. Go on and get what you want. The boots are nice, but I'm going to Citi Trends."
"Stop it, I say! Unlike you, I'm not letting a 401K get all my money. I'll worry about retirement when I get there. I think I'm just going to chill on my fat social security check, anyway." Tonya laughed.
"Social security check? Girl, you're a trip. When you're old and broke, these hundred-dollar mini skirts aren't going to mean a thing."
Lela laughed at the thought of an elderly Tonya switching around in a hot red mini skirt.
Ignoring Lela, Tonya winked and hissed at some fine brothers passing by, who did a U-turn and headed back their way.
"Well, right now, these mini skirts mean ballers like that are going to pay my way." Tonya rubbed her hands over the curve of her hips. "Hell, I'll get a man with a 401k and let him bank roll me when I'm sixty. I know if Grandma Jana's still reeling them in, I will have no problem." She then strutted over to some halter tops, as if what she spoke was the truth.