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When the call was interrupted, Trudy hung up, slowly returning the receiver to the cradle. Mrs. Armstrong called to her, waking her as if from a dream. Mrs. Armstrong was under the hair dryer and the buzzer had sounded to indicate she was done.
Maybe Rocky was really in trouble this time? He may be a cheating son of a b***h, but he was still her husband.
She hurried to help Mrs. Armstrong. The look on her face must’ve startled the old woman.
“Is something wrong, dear?” The older woman’s eyes were curious. The old ladies in this town loved gossip nearly as much as they loved the tabloids she kept in the shop for them to read. Mrs. Armstrong had been reading the most current tabloid as she sat beneath the dryer.
Trudy forced her mouth into a smile, but her eyes remained vacant and pr
