Chapter Fifteen
The next morning, Myrtle walked into the Beauty Box for her scheduled wash and set. Kat’s non-smoking campaign wasn’t going very well—she had a full ashtray next to her and was smoking what looked like the last cigarette in the pack. Kat slouched in a vinyl styling chair but stood up and stubbed out her cigarette when she saw Myrtle. “Sorry,” Kat said. “Nerves.”
Myrtle glanced around the deserted salon. “Where’s everybody hiding, Kat? The Beauty Box is usually crammed with ladies by now.”
“We got a couple of calls this morning to reschedule. Dina’s at the shelter. And...today was Mrs. Walker’s usual morning to come in, of course.” Kat looked at Myrtle and raised the cigarette to her mouth again, before realizing that she’d stubbed it out. She gave a short laugh and tosse
