Not all that changes is good

Arron shook his head with a smile. "Thanks..but I think I'll stay this way for now." He couldn't really see himself going into a salon and getting his hair dyed, not only was it too expensive but the idea of changing his hair color seemed too drastic a step. Not to mention I already look crazy enough as it is...

Hannah nodded with a relaxed grin before she turned and pointed to another set of stores. "Here, let's go down there for a bit, there's something I've been meaning to look at."

Returning home, Arron slipped off the sneakers he was wearing and somehow stumbled to the couch where he plopped down, all sense of energy or drive to do anything other than plant roots and die there leaving him. "Gods..."

Sarah came into the room and helped him lay down and lifted his feet up onto one of the throw cushions. "Long day?"

"I never knew how long a shopping mall was..." he muttered, placing a hand over his eyes and sighed. "I don't know how women do it..."

She laughed and patted him on the head, skipping the part where she wanted to tell him that, from this point onward, it wouldn't be too strange to find him there doing the same thing. It was helpful that there was a shopping partner and friend to do it with, it helped kill the time and the social part was more important than having another pair of hands. Still, there would be time for that. "Did you get anything?"

Arron laughed. "That woman was a **** of nature, I don't know how she does it with 3 boys."

"I think she's more excited because there's another woman she can go with. Too much testosterone crimps a woman's sense of being." She looked at him as they continued to talk and noticed that he was still laying there, not really moving, and the subtle shade of makeup on his face didn't escape her. Not only that, the whiff of a gentle rose fragrance told her enough: the other woman had dragged him to the makeup counter. Sarah knew then that she had gained a fierce ally in this endeavor, whether her father realized it or not.

After hearing him snoring a bit, she turned and walked back to the kitchen and picked up her phone. There was another person she needed to call. "Aunt Marjorie?"

"Hey sweetie! How are things out there?"

"Great. Listen, did Uncle Tom talk to you yet?"

Her aunt laughed in the background, telling her all she needed to know about that. "I can't believe it, after all this time..."

"Aunt..."

The other woman cut her off with a friendly tsk tsk tsk. "Your father may be many things but he's always been supportive of me. I can't turn him down in his time of need." There was a brief pause. "You sent me all of the job offers he has?"

Sarah looked down at the emails. "Yes, though there's one more."

"Send it to me. I'll work on it and get you the documents by the morning."

After talking for a few more moments, Sarah hung up and quickly took a scanned photo with her phone of the last email and then uploaded it as a pdf to her aunt.

JOBFINDER: Hospitality Manager-Assistant, Emerald Hotel and Casino.

Five total job offers amounted to five more than what he had picked up the first 6 months of him looking in the area, though she wondered just how much it mattered to them of his experience and how much it mattered that they all believed a woman was applying for the position. Sometimes, sparingly, reverse sexism worked wonders.