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Authors: Dara Girard
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was so easy to talk to and be around. Stacy wondered what he wanted to tell her. Why his tone suddenly sounded uneasy. She didn't want him to feel that way with her, but then what if it was a big secret? What if he was married? No, he didn't seem the type. Maybe he had a disease.
She shook her head. She had to stop thinking the worst. She'd let him tell her and then she'd know what to do
Stacy found her stomach full of butterflies thinking of her hair appointment, although she looked forward to showing Chance her new look. She hadn’t been to a hair salon in over five years. Although, she had taken the time to trim her ends, every six to eight weeks, she hadn’t been consistent with doing deep conditioning and her hair looked the worst for it. She wasn’t looking forward to receiving a lecture from someone who didn't know her and all that she'd been through.
She found the salon in a less fashionable part of the city and her hopes dimmed. She felt out of place. "He’ll probably want to shave off one side of my head and color my hair purple!" she thought. She ascended a set of winding black iron stairs before she entered a golden ornate door that led into a wide open space, with a spectacular view.
"Hello, may I help you?" the receptionist asked. To Stacy's relief the young woman looked normal.
"Yes. I have an appointment with Damion."
The receptionist checked her schedule then frowned. "I’m sorry, but Damion doesn’t have any appointment listed for today."
Stacy felt a rush of anger. "He'd better because I made one."
"I'm sorry, let me see if we have you listed on another day."
"I don't have another day," Stacy snapped. She took a deep breath, and got hold of her temper. It wasn't the receptionist's fault if things had been mixed up. "Please check the schedule again." She searched through her purse and then placed her Black Stockings membership card on the counter. "Maybe this will help."
The young woman's eyes widened. "Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were one of them." The woman jumped to her feet and hurried around the counter. "Please don't tell anyone I messed up, but I just started here," she said taking Stacy’s coat. She led Stacy to a private suite where a plush red robe and pair of slippers waited for her.
"Please get changed. Damion will be with you shortly."
Stacy put on the robe and slippers and looked around the small room, its large window offering another breathtaking view. On a small side table sat a cup of spicy chai tea. Stacy took a sip wondering if she was there for a haircut or lunch.
"There you are. Oh my, oh my, oh my…"
Stacy stared at the tall, wiry man. Faded acne marks marred his brown skin and he wore a light blue suit that seemed to shimmer in the light. He immediately started pulling at her hair. "This will all have to go. All of it."
Damion adjusted the chair, and raised her up so that he could get a better look. "They told me you’d neglected your hair, but honey, from what I see, you have all but killed it. You're lucky I can work miracles with almost anything." He walked around the chair looking at Stacy from different angles, she wasn’t at all sure she liked being studied as if she were a specimen.
"To be honest with you, I had considered cutting it all off," she said.
"No. That wouldn’t do. Your face needs shape. Just chopping off your hair, isn’t the answer. You need to take off just enough. And I know exactly what will work." For the next hour, Damion clipped away, stepping back every now and then to admire his handy work, and when he was finished, he announced he was going to put in a 'cold wave'. "Your hair is perfect for the wave. It’s coarse, but not too thick, and this way you can keep your short hair styled, very simply, while looking gorgeous at the same time, and not having to work too hard."
When Stacy got to see her new hair style, she was blown away. It was short, very short, but suited her. The sides were barely there, while he had
She shook her head. She had to stop thinking the worst. She'd let him tell her and then she'd know what to do
Stacy found her stomach full of butterflies thinking of her hair appointment, although she looked forward to showing Chance her new look. She hadn’t been to a hair salon in over five years. Although, she had taken the time to trim her ends, every six to eight weeks, she hadn’t been consistent with doing deep conditioning and her hair looked the worst for it. She wasn’t looking forward to receiving a lecture from someone who didn't know her and all that she'd been through.
She found the salon in a less fashionable part of the city and her hopes dimmed. She felt out of place. "He’ll probably want to shave off one side of my head and color my hair purple!" she thought. She ascended a set of winding black iron stairs before she entered a golden ornate door that led into a wide open space, with a spectacular view.
"Hello, may I help you?" the receptionist asked. To Stacy's relief the young woman looked normal.
"Yes. I have an appointment with Damion."
The receptionist checked her schedule then frowned. "I’m sorry, but Damion doesn’t have any appointment listed for today."
Stacy felt a rush of anger. "He'd better because I made one."
"I'm sorry, let me see if we have you listed on another day."
"I don't have another day," Stacy snapped. She took a deep breath, and got hold of her temper. It wasn't the receptionist's fault if things had been mixed up. "Please check the schedule again." She searched through her purse and then placed her Black Stockings membership card on the counter. "Maybe this will help."
The young woman's eyes widened. "Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were one of them." The woman jumped to her feet and hurried around the counter. "Please don't tell anyone I messed up, but I just started here," she said taking Stacy’s coat. She led Stacy to a private suite where a plush red robe and pair of slippers waited for her.
"Please get changed. Damion will be with you shortly."
Stacy put on the robe and slippers and looked around the small room, its large window offering another breathtaking view. On a small side table sat a cup of spicy chai tea. Stacy took a sip wondering if she was there for a haircut or lunch.
"There you are. Oh my, oh my, oh my…"
Stacy stared at the tall, wiry man. Faded acne marks marred his brown skin and he wore a light blue suit that seemed to shimmer in the light. He immediately started pulling at her hair. "This will all have to go. All of it."
Damion adjusted the chair, and raised her up so that he could get a better look. "They told me you’d neglected your hair, but honey, from what I see, you have all but killed it. You're lucky I can work miracles with almost anything." He walked around the chair looking at Stacy from different angles, she wasn’t at all sure she liked being studied as if she were a specimen.
"To be honest with you, I had considered cutting it all off," she said.
"No. That wouldn’t do. Your face needs shape. Just chopping off your hair, isn’t the answer. You need to take off just enough. And I know exactly what will work." For the next hour, Damion clipped away, stepping back every now and then to admire his handy work, and when he was finished, he announced he was going to put in a 'cold wave'. "Your hair is perfect for the wave. It’s coarse, but not too thick, and this way you can keep your short hair styled, very simply, while looking gorgeous at the same time, and not having to work too hard."
When Stacy got to see her new hair style, she was blown away. It was short, very short, but suited her. The sides were barely there, while he had
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