“Oh Bette! You have to fix this mop on my head!!!” the tall woman walked in the beauty parlor with half of her long black hair in a sorry excuse for a bun and long strands of hair hanging over her forehead.
Bette was busy applying some purple concoction on Michelle’s head. She wanted to become a blonde…overnight! She sighed knowing that Michelle’s dark auburn hair would probably take two or three bleaches before turning a dark blonde. Her clients never understood how chemicals worked…they saw a movie with a blonde starlet and they all wanted to become blondes. Next month it will be Julia Roberts’ reddish mane.
“Yes, Madame Auclair, I can put your hair up between my two clients.” She was referring to Mrs. Higgerty who was under the hair dryer with rollers on her head. Some clients insisted being coiffed the old fashioned way and Bette preferred acquiescing rather than arguing. She came from the school of “the customer is always right.”
“Did you hear, Bette, that Doctor Renaud is leaving town?” Bette rolled her eyes but made sure Madame Auclair, the town gossip, did not notice.
Michelle, however, seemed intrigued. “Really, why on earth would he leave town? He just set up his practice a few years ago.”
That is all she needed to continue on her rant, “Well, apparently they say that some women were complaining of his way of physical EXAMINATIONS…”She waited for a reaction and only Michelle looked at her open mouthed, Bette rolled her eyes once more and Mrs. Higgerty was snoring to the hum of the dryer.
“Apparently, Mrs. O’Toole was very upset when she left his office and told Sara…you know the receptionist at the Dental clinic? And Sara called Amy Cunningham, the cashier at I.G.A. and her daughter told my daughter…WELL!! I just could not get over it.” She puffed and had an air of satisfaction plastered on her complacent face.
Bette’s eyes widened as she knew that Sara was her two o’clock appointment …only twenty minutes away and that Madame Auclair was just shooting the breeze once again. If Sara gets a hold of her, there will be a real cat fight in her parlor…she had to think quick.
She finished applying the purple bleach on Michelle’s head, turned Mrs. Higgerty’s sleeping machine to cooler but let her snore some more and invited Madame Auclair to sit at her station facing the tall oval mirror.
Bette brushed out her long mane and started applying some paste in the front so her bang would obey better and then started twisting and pinning to do Madame Auclair’s usual French twist. She was hurrying to get it done before Sara arrived. “OW!!! You needn’t stick the bobby pins into my head for goodness sakes!”
“Ooops, so sorry.” Bette had a huge smile in her heart…a little bit of poking would do this chatter box no harm, she thought.
She added lots and lots of hairspray to ensure her hairdo would last one full week which it usually did.
Madame Auclair paid Bette the exact amount leaving no tip…as usual and left.
Michelle and Bette both said at the same time, “Now THAT was close!”
Sara waltzed in, “What was close?”
© Oliana Kim, 2014/12/08
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