CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED and FORTY-NINE
Tuesday evening — 8:35 P.M.
“It doesn’t look like anyone’s here yet,” Honey said.
The women peered out of Valerie’s car into the salon then looked at each other.
“You’re right,” Honey said. “They’re probably caught in traffic.”
“Let’s go inside and wait for them,” Valerie said. “Colfax has improved but it’s still…”
“Creepy,” Honey said.
Valerie went to the trunk to retrieve Honey’s wheelchair. She set it next to the car and Honey worked her way into the chair. The women went toward the salon. Valerie used the key to open the salon. Honey rolled inside to turn the alarm off.
“Should we leave the door unlocked?” Valerie asked.
“MJ would kill me if he found out I was behind an unlocked door on Colfax,” Honey said.
“I’ll tell you what. Why don’t you stay here and let people in? I’ll go in the back and start some coffee and… maybe some hot chocolate.”
“I bet they’re cold,” Honey said.
Honey could help but beam back at Valerie. Valerie gave her a little wave and went toward the back of the salon. As she passed, Valerie flipped on the studio’s stereo.
“We may as well dance while we wait,” Valerie said.
Laughing, Honey went to the door and relocked it. She set the alarm to standby in case someone tried to force their way in. She smiled at her logic. Feeling safe behind the bullet proof glass that made up the store front, she practiced some wheelchair dancing in the salon mirrors.
Denver Cereal continues on Monday…