blow drier

— “Where should I be?” eyebrows up, half-friendly, half-not. “At work, what?” / “That might help. Why don’t you start putting in some more hours, make some more money so she can get out of here, quit playing with the blow driers?” and Sophie waving from behind the counter, blowing me a kiss and Po’s voice dropping, flat octave: “You think ’cause you’re so pretty she can’t see anyone else.”