CHAPTER TWELVE
A Curly Solution“When is this Expo thing?” Jerry sat at the end of Kit’s bed as she used praying hands to tease conditioner through his curls. He kept his head bowed while interrogating her with clerical finesse.
“Two weeks. It runs all day Saturday with a cutting and styling competition in the evening. It’s the event of the year. We’ve never had a stall there before because we had nothing to offer.”
“What’s different this year?” Jerry’s eyes remained closed.
Kit’s sigh communicated her misery. “Me apparently. The committee thought they could utilise my new skills. I must have agreed to things during those late-night meetings when all I wanted was to get home and crawl into bed.”
“Ah. That happened to me recently. I nodded off during one of Langdon’s lengthy parish coun
