CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED and ELEVEN
Thursday afternoon — 4:10 p.m. MT
“You know,” Sandy touched Yvonne’s shoulder. “You could come once a week, instead of once a month, now. I can wash and set your hair. I bet we can get that hair to grow.”
“So expensive,” Yvonne shook her head.
“Bah,” From under the hair dryer, Maresol repeated what she’d said all day. “Your man can afford it.”
The women laughed. Sandy leaned down until she was next to Yvonne’s ear.
“Rodney comes once a week,” Sandy said.
“He does?” Yvonne looked surprised.
“Haircut and shave. It’s an incentive for some of the young men on his work site. If they meet their goals, he pays for a haircut and a shave. I’ve even been able to clear up his skin. You could just come with him. Plus, I always give a family discount.”
Looking more confident, Yvonne nodded.
“Ok, you’re set,” Sandy said. Looking up, she reminded her assistant, “Yvonne needs the new conditioning step.”
Her assistant smiled.
“She’ll wash out your hair,” Sandy said. “I’m testing out a new conditioner. It takes about five minutes. You can come up here to wait if you’d like.”
Nodding, Yvonne got up and Jeraine’s mother, Dionne, took her place. Yvonne and the assistant went into the back.
“What would you like today, Mrs. Wilson?” Sandy asked.
“You do a great job with that flat iron,” Dionne said. “Will you be able to do all of our hair on Saturday?”
“I was planning on it,” Sandy said.
“Good,” Dionne said.
Sandy flipped a plastic smock over Dionne and took out her supplies. She worked in silence for a few minutes. Yvonne and the assistant laughed as they came in from the back room. Moving into the salon, Yvonne saw the flat screen television.
“That’s my Tanni!” Yvonne pointed to the screen.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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