“Not too much,” Katie said. “Just enough to clean it up. My husband likes it long.”
“How do you want it styled? I’ve got a book over there if you want something new.”
“How I had it when I came in is fine.”
“Will do,” Rachel said.
Katie watched as Rachel used a comb, running her hair through her fingers, then snipped it with the scissors. First the back, then the sides. And finally the top. Somewhere, Rachel had found a piece of gum and she chewed, her jaw moving up and down as she worked.
“Okay so far?”
“Yes. I think that’s enough.”
Rachel reached for the hair dryer and a circular brush. She ran the brush slowly through Katie’s hair, the noise of the dryer loud in her ear.
“How often do you get your hair done?” Rachel asked, making small talk.
“Once a month,” Katie answered. “But sometimes I just get it cut.”
“You have beautiful hair, by the way.”
“Thank you.”
Rachel continued to work. Katie asked for some light curls and Rachel brought out the curling iron. It took a couple of minutes to heat up. There were still twenty minutes left.
Rachel curled and brushed until she was finally satisfied and studied Katie in the mirror.
“How’s that?”
Katie examined the color and the style. “That’s perfect,” she said.
“Let me show you the back,” Rachael said. She spun Katie’s chair around and handed her a mirror. Katie stared into the double reflection and nodded.
“Okay, that’s it, then,” Rachel said.
“How much is it?”
Rachel told her and Katie dug into her purse. She pulled out the money she needed, including the tip. “Could I have a receipt?”
“Sure,” Rachel said. “Just come with me to the register.”
The girl wrote it up. Kevin would check it and ask for the change when she got back in the car, so she made sure Rachel included the tip. She glanced at the clock. Twelve minutes.
Kevin had yet to return and her heart was beating fast as she slipped her jacket and gloves back on. She left the salon while Rachel was still talking to her. Next door, at Radio Shack, she asked the clerk for a disposable cell phone and a card that allowed her twenty hours of service. She felt faint as she said the words, knowing that after this, there was no turning back.
He pulled one out from under the counter and began to ring her up while he explained how it worked. She had extra money in her purse tucked into a tampon case because she knew Kevin would never look there. She pulled it out, laying the crumpled bills on the counter. The clock was continuing to tick and she looked out at the lot again. She was beginning to feel dizzy and her mouth had gone dry.
It took the clerk forever to ring her up. Though she was paying cash, he asked for her name, address, and zip code. Pointless. Ridiculous. She wanted to pay and get out of there. She counted to ten and the clerk still typed. On the road, the light had turned red. Cars were waiting. She wondered if Kevin was getting ready to turn into the lot. She wondered if he would see her leaving the store. It was hard for her to breathe again.
She tried to open the plastic packaging, but it was impossible—as strong as steel. Too big for her small handbag, too big for her pocket. She asked the clerk for a pair of scissors and it took him a precious minute to find one. She wanted to scream, to tell him to hurry because Kevin would be here any minute. She turned toward the window instead.
When the phone was free, she jammed it into her jacket pocket along with the prepaid card. The clerk asked if she wanted a bag but she was out the door without answering. The phone felt like lead, and the snow and ice made it hard to keep her balance.
She opened the door of the salon and went back inside. She slipped off her jacket and gloves and waited by the register. Thirty seconds later, she saw Kevin’s car turn into the lot, angling toward the salon.
There was snow on her jacket and she quickly brushed at it as Rachel came toward her. Katie panicked at the thought that Kevin might have noticed. She concentrated, urging herself to stay in control. To act natural.
“Did you forget something?” Rachel asked.
Katie exhaled. “I was going to wait outside but it’s too cold,” she explained. “And