The pop of a comb on my head jars me awake.
"Ow!" I cry. "What'd you do that for?"
"You keep falling asleep in my chair," Quincy quips. "Makes it impossible to get this color done right if your head keeps bobbing."
"Sorry. I don't know what my problem is," I admit. "I can't seem to get enough sleep lately."
"It's all those late-night romps with your lover," Geni sing-songs.
"Geni! You have a client!" Quincy admonishes.
"So?" She holds up her first finger for us to give her a minute. "John," she says to the client sitting in her chair. "Are you even listening to what I say?"
"Nope." He doesn't look up from his phone. "I've got three daughters and a wife. I know how to tune you guys out."
Geni makes an "I told you so" gesture. "Anyway, like I was saying. You'll probably feel better once you get out of this newlywed phase."
"Please," I argue. "I've been so sick lately, there has been no newlywed phase."