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What places have you visited since moving here?

P.U.

There was no response from Newbie by five o’clock when I

knocked off for the day. Even still, I was happy that things seemed

to be going well. I didn’t have any preconceived notions that I’d

met the love of my life, but I had made a friend.

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Robin Alexander

Chapter 3

Operation Makeover.

Monday arrived without any word from Newbie. I can’t deny

that I felt a little discouraged. Then again, not everyone sat in

front of the computer all day like I did.

Normally, hair salons are not open on Monday since they stay

open on Saturdays. We hired enough staff to rotate and began

doing business on that dreaded day of the week. A few salons did

the same when we garnered a few of their clients. This did not

make the Brycen sisters popular with our competitors, so when I

called for an appointment, I gave a false last name.

Shannon Fiorella lucked out on a cancellation and was getting

a new “do” at ten. I put my hair up in a ponytail, threw on a pair

of sweatpants and a hoodie, and was out the door.

“Going for a run?”

The voice stopped me in my tracks. I turned and found Hailey

looking at me expectantly. Dog in tow, she was dressed much like

I was.

“I…don’t run. I mean, I exercise. I just don’t run.” I rubbed

the back of my neck, feeling like an idiot. “Are you going to…

run?”She looked down at herself and laughed. “I don’t run, either,

though I’m dressed for it. I’m taking Fuzzy for a walk.”

“So that’s her name—Fuzzy?” The dog cocked her head to

the side and looked at me as if to say, You real y are an idiot,

aren’t you?

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Hailey reached down and scratched the dog behind the ears.

“She was so fluffy when she was a puppy, it was like holding a

fuzzy teddy bear, and the name just fit.”

“Dogs are nice,” I blurted out. I could feel the blood rushing

to my face. I looked at my bare arm as if I were wearing a watch.

“I’m late, I have an appointment.” Hailey looked stunned as I

turned and sprinted out the door. For someone who didn’t run, I

jogged half a block.

“So what are we doing today?” My flamboyant hairdresser

named Marvin asked as he ran his fingers through my tangled

mane. His hair was exactly the same color as mine as a child and

styled in a faux Mohawk. I watched as his shocking red painted

fingernails weaved in and out of my tresses, and I realized that I

had no idea what I wanted to do with it.

“Do you have any suggestions?”

“Do I have suggestions? Oh, honey, you picked the right girl.”

He stood back and looked long and hard at my face in the mirror.

“I wouldn’t go too short. I’m thinking maybe something shoulder

length.” With both hands on his hips, he circled me and let out

what sounded like a devilish laugh. “Oh, honey, I can make you

sexy.”

Sexy? I liked the sound of that. “Okay, I’m trusting you.”

He half dragged me over to the sinks and pushed me down

in one of the chairs. “I love the color. We won’t do anything with

that. I’m going to put in lots of layers, make it wispy around your

face. Are you okay with bangs?”

“As long as they’re not too short.” A flashback of my childhood

wafted through my brain.

“Your boyfriend isn’t going to be able to keep his hands off of

you,” Marvin said as he wet my hair.

“I’m gay.” It was out of my mouth before I could stop it.

“Me too! Like it’s not obvious, please. Your girlfriend won’t

be able to keep her hands to herself.”

“That would be great if I had one.” I was immediately

embarrassed at how pathetic I sounded.

“You won’t be single for long,” he said with a sweet smile.

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I hoped that was true.

“You do realize, though, that you’re supposed to have two

eyebrows?” Marvin said with a wink. “I can take care of that for

you right here.”

“You mean wax them?” I asked. The pain of plucking them

always made me cry. Kalen had harped on me endlessly to have

them waxed, but I had visions of my eyelids being yanked off.

“I’ll rub on a little numbing cream first. You’ll feel a slight

sting. Trust me, honey, it’s worth it.” Marvin ran his fingertips

over his sculpted brows. “I swear mine would look like two

handlebar mustaches if I didn’t have them done.”

“Okay,” I murmured as I slinked down farther in the chair.

Marvin hummed a tune as he smeared my brows with the

numbing cream. I closed my eyes, trying to find my happy place

as he wiped it off, then applied the wax. To my credit, I only

whimpered when he jerked the hair out by the roots. He massaged

something else into my brows, then laid a gel pack over my

eyes. “Just relax and I’ll have you ready for the magic chair in a

minute.”

After my hair was washed and my scalp was massaged, he

sat me in his “magic chair” and went to work. When I saw the

first four-inch lock hit the ground, I closed my eyes, entrusting

my hair to Marvin. I didn’t open them again until he’d dried his

masterpiece. I was speechless. I didn’t know who the stunned

woman was who stared back at me in the mirror. When I finally

looked back up at Marvin, he was grinning from ear to ear, and

I was, too.

“Your hair is so easy to work with that you won’t have any

problem replicating this look. When it’s wet, use a little styling

gel and blow dry while ruffling it with your fingers,” Marvin said

with a clap of his hands.

“That’s a hot look,” another stylist said as she came to stand

next to Marvin. “Looks like you just had sex. I love how wispy it

is around your face.”

I blushed at her comments.

“She’s single.” Marvin gave his colleague a playful nudge.

A sculpted eyebrow rose beneath dark bangs. “So am I.” She

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plucked a card from the station next to Marvin’s and handed it to

me. “Give me a call. I’d love to take you out sometime.”

I nodded dumbly and grinned back up at Marvin. He was

getting a big tip.

I was about to walk out the door after my bill was paid when

Marvin said softly, “Come back and see me, Ms. Brycen.”

I whirled on one heel, wondering how he knew who I was. I’d

paid in cash. He smiled back at me. “Yes, I know who you are. I

interviewed at one of your salons. You obviously don’t remember

me.”When we opened the first two salons, I sat in on a few of the

interviews, but it was Kalen who ultimately did the hiring. I hated

the process, and it was all one maddening blur. I always felt sorry

for the nervous interviewee that I wanted to hire them all. That’s

when Kalen took over alone.

“Forgive me. I’m afraid you’re right. I don’t remember you.”

He frowned slightly. “I kind of thought you were head hunting