To Trust A Stranger
"He's late," Jessie Barker said to her sister. "You said he was going to be here by eleven."
"Well, he isn't here, is he?" Laura rolled her eyes the same way she had when they were kids. "Not broke down, or the traffic is backed up on the bridge, or he overslept or something."
Jessie sniffed. "Those are all excuses I don't let my students get away with. Why should I take them from a Web site designer?"
"Because he's willing to work cheap and give us a decent product. And stop shaking your head at me like that, unless you want to hear my opinion on your hair color."
"I don't. I like my brown just the way it is. And I don't see why a beautician needs a Web site."
Laura sighed in her dramatic way. "Esthetician, sweetie. I'm not a beautician. Leave it to you to look down your nose at my business and get things wrong at the same time."
Her attitude made Jessie want to stick her tongue out at her sister. Why did they always argue like this? Probably because neither of them had anyone else to turn to. Laura wasn't ready to let it go yet. "Having my own Web site would be a great help for my business. I could link it to the day spa ... read full excerpt from: To Trust a Stranger ebook
