감사합니다 (Gamsahabnida y Gracias)
The salon was busy when the pie arrived. Terry sent one of the new girls downstairs to buy iced coffees for everyone. Each one of the girls peeled away from her confused client for a slice of pie. I see these ladies more regularly than most of my friends: the always solemn Kim lit up the salon with her smile, Nancy was characteristically giggling, Maria maintained her composure by shutting her eyes. Terry did the head count: seven manicurists, her two friends visiting from Flushing (who ate them on the electric massage chairs), the lady who comes from uptown every month to get gel extensions from Kathy who was sitting right next to where I was cutting the pie, and one piece saved for Bruce who was at a business lunch.
Then Terry painted my nails bright pink while we talked about Korean food.