My infamous, best friend Benedetta couldn't believe her eyes. "Wow!" In awe, she reached to grab a strand of my over-pampered head. "It smells great!"
I smiled. "It does, doesn't it?"
"Who did it?"
"A bellicose young cupid down at Medusa's Nest."
"The new place downtown?"
I nodded. "Si,si." I always remind her of her Italian heritage.
"Why bellicose?" she asked, intrigued.
"I wanted it shorter. A lot shorter and he put up a fight."
Benedetta chuckled, "Ha! Ha! Cupid fighting!" She shook her own blonde bob in disbelief. "You'd look awful with short hair."
Now, why would everybody think so? I arched a questioning eyebrow. Benedetta's hands fluttered in mid-air. "You're too muchwoman." As if that was going to explain. She struggled, at loss of words. "It's almost expected for someon
