This Day in History

Monday, February 16, 2009

Relaxer Can Be Murder

It was 11:00, and like clockwork, the glass door that connected the salon to Joey’s Place opened. Joey Paulson was a slight man, but his presence was larger than life. When he came into the room everyone took notice. As usual, he had a notepad in hand and his favorite pen. “Okay ladies,” he clicked the top of the pen. “Who wants to order lunch? And for you ladies that will be leaving soon, I can place a takeout order for you.”
“What can I get for you young lady?” he poised himself to take Dara’s order.
“What’s good?” she put her head down so Macy could get the back of her head.
“Honey, everything is good at Joey’s Place! How about a grilled chicken sub with mozzarella cheese, lettuce, tomato, and if you like, a side order of potato wedges.”
“That sounds great. I’ll be here for a while, so you can bring mine when you bring the others.”
“Fabulous. And you Macy?”
“Nothing.”
Joey held her gaze and pursed his lips. “Fine then.” He moved to the next booth.

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