"Hey, Dixie?"
"Hm?" Dixie glanced to her left at Luna.
The other woman leaned closer and lifted her hand, whispering, "He's still looking at you."
"Shut up," Dixie mumbled.
Luna tossed her head back and laughed. She wrapped an arm around Dixie's shoulders and squeezed.
"I missed you," Luna said.
"I missed you, too. All of this."
"Well, you aren't going to get rid of us easily next time." She wagged her finger at Dixie. "And just wait until the L.O.L. Gang get their hands on you."
"L.O.L. Gang?" Dixie repeated slowly.
"Yeah." Luna grinned. "I think it was that new stylist at The Hair Box-well, new like ten years ago, new-she said all her cosmetology girlfriends called their much older clients their L.O.L.s. Little old ladies."
"Oh, I see."
"But you know the group that meets up in
