I was sweeping the hair from Phoebe when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I jumped. It was Wendell.
“Jeez, Wendell, you scared me.”
He grabbed me in an embrace, broom and all. “I finally found you,” he said in a tone that made me want to barf. “I finally found you.” He smelled like he’d bathed in cheap cologne. I got an instant headache.
“You should’ve called me. I had to go back to your other salon and finally, someone told me where you went.”
He bent his knees slightly and made a quick ball re-arrangement, never taking his psychotic eyes away from mine. Son-of-a-bitch, he caught me off guard. I looked down. I felt the heat of his gaze, but I didn’t look up. I focused on the floor.
“I figured word would get around.”
“This is a beautiful place, Josie.”
“Let me show you where to get shampooed.”
“Okay. Do you mind if I leave my book here?”
I pointed to a clear spot.
When I came back from directing him to the shampoo station, I glanced at his book. The Joy of Sex.
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