How Green Becomes Wood

Rumy snickered. "True, but black hair is different. It's a pain in the ass is what it is, even more than curly hair, but all curly hair is a pain, even if it is pretty." She heaved a melodramatic sigh. "We suffer so much for beauty!" She grinned at Sloan, teasing her.
 
"Visit my Jewish salon some time, our hair doesn't not have a reputation for being a pain in the ass to manage," Sloan joked, "The term 'Jewfro' exists for a reason. But I suffer less by keeping my hair curly, I've smelled what it takes to straighten it."
 
Rumy laughed. "Good point! Very good point. I know a few other curly-haired people come to my salon. Straight-haired people just don't get it, do they?" She showed Rumy pictures of what she was going to have done to her hair and compared notes on what it was going to take to get it there. She was looking forward to prom and enjoying the last hurrah of youth.

After they'd finished eating, Rumy suggested, "Hey, do you want to come see my place now? Unless you have other things you have to get to."
 
Rumy helped clean up and left a small tip before they headed out. The drive was pretty straightforward, though it did take just a couple of minutes longer than Rumy had estimated, and it took them off the main roads and around to the back of a junkyard. It was not the worst looking junkyard ever, but it was still a junkyard. There was a clearing at the back, and in that clearing stood a small, tidy little grey box on a trailer. A mobile tiny home, clad in grey sheet metal and wood trim around the small windows and simple door. Basic wooden steps led up to the door, and there was a folding chair with an upturned bucket as a table next to it and a small cooler arranged at the front like a little break area.

"Ta-da!" Rumy said proudly, holding her arms out. "My home!"
 
"Yep! All two-hundred and seventy-something square feet of it!" Rumy told her. "It was not easy. Not even a little bit, but it was incredible to do! Most of the stuff I sourced second-hand, but I do have a couple of solar panels I got new, and the sheet metel," she patted the wall, "is new. I got it cheap because apparently, someone ordered it, and it was the wrong color. I did ask for help with the roof because I figured the one thing I do not want is a leaky roof. Want to come inside?"
 
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