Since You're Leaving Anyway, Take Out the Trash
Chapter One
Debbie Sue Overstreet sat at the
payout desk of the Styling Station, staring at the
balance column in her big black checkbook. From
the bottom line of check stub #938, a fat goose egg
glared back at her. She groaned. The payment on
her pickup truck was past due again.
Okay, so opening a beauty shop -- that is, a
salon -- in Salt Lick, Texas, hadn't been the most
profitable decision she had ever made. But
couldn't anything go right? She was twenty-eight
years old and had been a failure at everything she
had tried. Marrying, mothering, rodeoing, and
now, beauty shopping. Maybe she should have
finished college.
Her mental calculator churned into action. If she
could do a dozen perms and/or coloring jobs between
now and the end of the week, she could get
the pickup payment in the mail on Saturday and
at least avoid the tacky phone calls from those collection people. Add a few drop-in haircuts, and
she might even be able to buy a pizza and a sixpack
Saturday night. Or maybe she would get really
lucky, and Pearl Ann Carruthers would come
in for the works, head-to-toe. If that happened,
she might make two pickup payments.
A disc jockey blathered froma radio in the background.
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