CHAPTER 8
Time had passed since those harried days after the fire and funeral. Jameson had slipped into Hattie’s life, and I felt, for the first time, that I had space to breathe. With the summer over now, I had withdrawn from our threesome somewhat. I wanted my own space away from my sister, now that I didn’t feel the need to keep her so close. Still, I felt the occasional impulse to check in.
I walked along the main street of St Margaret’s towards the salon where Hattie worked. The bell jingled when I opened the door and Hattie looked up from her station and shouted my name like I was the prodigal sister returned. The other stylists greeted me happily, and I noticed that they all took Hattie’s cue in their boisterousness. The salon was a place full of music and energy. The clients see
