Julia
Wearing one of my old robes from the closet, I sat before the large dressing table mirror in the bathroom attached to my bedroom. My hand fluttered near the pearl necklace I was now wearing. Vicki had brought it up, saying it was from Van. She promised to convince him to come upstairs.
As Georgette fretted and combed my long hair into silky waves, I told myself I was only acquiescing to give Vicki time downstairs with Van. Once she talked him into coming upstairs, we'd work this out.
“Darling, you need to condition more." Georgette's head shook. “These ends are…" She inhaled and exhaled. “Have you forgotten to use the products I gave you?"
She hadn't given anything to me. She'd sold my mother on the importance of overpriced shampoo, conditioner, spray treatment, heat treatment.
