Chapter Four
“That natural pomade has done wonders for my hair.” Rosalind Carr ran her polished nails through her long, silky hair.
Jules smiled and nodded at Rosalind’s words. Her blonde tresses did look much healthier than the first time Jules had met her a few months back at the weekly farmer’s market. Back then, the rodeo queen’s ends had been split and ragged from all the time spent under hairdryers and the exposure to harsh chemicals and dyes to keep her looking like a natural blonde.
“It’s never been this healthy and fine,” Rosalind beamed down at her hair, as though she were talking to the strands. “I swear it’s grown at least three inches in the last two months.”
“That would be the aloe vera plant giving you the moisture,” said Jules. “The nettles and rosemary promote growth.”
