Christmas Party
Chapter One
THE STYLIST HELD A HANDFUL of dark hair high above Cindy Warren's head, the
scissors poised only inches from her scalp. "Are you sure you want to do this, ma'am?"
Cindy bit her lower lip, wavering. Long hair was easy, uncomplicated. And a security blanket,
her mind whispered.
Standing behind another salon chair a few feet away, Jerry cleared his throat meaningfully and
pushed the fuzzy Santa hat he wore back on his bald head. An institution at the Chandelier
House hotel, the elderly black barber gave trims to male guests, but declined to use his artistry
on female heads. His implied subtle comment nettled her. Whose hair was it, anyway?
She looked up once again to the length of hair, then to the woman's name tag. "Tell me, Bea,
how long have you been working in our salon?"
"Counting today? Hmmmm. Three - no, four days. I graduated from beauty school two weeks
ago, ma'am."
Cindy digested the information as Jerry spun his seated customer around to face the action.
"Well, I'm due for a change," she murmured, to no one in particular, ... read full excerpt from: Christmas Fantasy ebook
