CHAPTER 3
When Stan entered the hall from the security room, he looked up and smiled at Rissa. She was coming through the door of the beauty parlor.
“Are you thinking about getting a haircut?” asked Stan looking at her hair, and hoping she wasn’t. He liked her hair. It looked nice and wavy. It framed her face perfectly.
“No,” said Rissa. “Do you think I need a haircut?”
“No,” said Stan shaking his head. “I think your hair is beautiful.”
“Thank you,” said Rissa flushing slightly as she smiled up at him.
“Why were you in the beauty parlor?” asked Stan curiously.
“I was checking to see if my friend and roommate was ready to leave. She works in the beauty parlor. Carmel and I have been roommates since my mom passed away.”
“I’m sorry about your mom,” said Stan. “Do you like working at A
