Natalie Jackson.
I stayed a little longer with Gloria in her shop, watching how she attended to her sales representatives with class. It was a bright workday, and I wondered if Franklin had gone to work. Well, I shouldn’t be worrying about him since I don’t really know how my husband’s office operates.
“Please don’t be offended, Natalie. You know today is Monday, and we usually have many patrons on Mondays,” Gloria said as she returned to her private parlor to meet me.
“I understand,” I replied, sitting on one of her guest couches and sipping from the nonalcoholic wine in my glass that she had given me.
“Thank you for understanding. So, what do you want to start with?” Gloria asked me. However, as I was about to respond, her phone rang. She smiled at the caller and said to me, “Excuse
