Chapter Nine
The Wax Job
A quick pull is sometimes best
Daisy was in Francis’s salon behind the counter, wondering if geranium and basil would make a good mix for a calming massage, when Deloris walked in.
“I am looking for a new look,” she said.
Daisy smiled. “You’ve come to the right place.”
Helping Deloris would take her mind off things; Francis was proving hard to live with. She had taken on the role of a wounded, abandoned wife with relish and Daisy spent most of her time consoling her. In truth, Daisy was confused; she had never seen Francis show the slightest affection or warmth toward Charlie. And now she was making out like she couldn’t live without him, and nothing Daisy said made any difference.
Daisy looked at Deloris’s square face; she could make that face work, and wit
