Upon leaving, she saw a hair salon across the street and decided on the spot that she needed a beauty treatment.
The owner, perhaps intimidated by Michael’s disturbing presence, had only a small talk with her, but it was clear she couldn’t wait to nose around. She was a little older than Alice, funny and a true mistress of scissors, so Alice unbuttoned a bit, saying she was on holiday, that she came from New York and was going to stay until her business enabled her to.
Gaby, the hairdresser, hearing about the Big Apple, let out such a keen squeak to split eardrums, then the conversation was just about that. Michael stopped glowering at her and Alice relaxed completely.
While outside the snow piled up, her hair ended up being shortened more than she had required: before, it cascaded to h
