“Oh? What do you mean?”
“She’s at the library an awful lot. She’s even held some Losers meetings there. And I would see her talking with her hairdresser nearly every week or so, and I don’t think it was about her coiffure.”
“Really? How do you know the person is her hairdresser?”
“I know because she’s my hairdresser, too. Although you could never tell it now,” she muttered as her fingers attempted to untangle the masses of curls. “There are a lot of rumors that my hairdresser may also sell prescription drugs, like Ritalin, on the side. People take Ritalin illegally, as an energy booster or to help them concentrate, or to lose weight. Exercise and diet sometimes aren’t seen as enough, if you want to be really thin.”
“You’re saying Patricia buys Ritalin from her hairdresser in the librar
