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“Thanks.”
    Gus liked Tessa. She was genuine and it was nice to have another woman close to her age in town.
    She crossed the street and entered Curl’s Taxidermy& Barber Shop & Beauty Salon & Mortuary. No doubt about it, Curl’s was…unique. Up front were two barber chairs. Over to the left of the chairs, Jenna had set up a small table and on the floor was a foot spa tub. About a dozen bottles of different colored nail polish sat on one corner of the table. The front room was cramped quarters because most of Curl’s business was done in the back. Gus sniffed. Curl’s place always smelled faintly of formaldehyde. Come to think of it, so did Curl.
    Donna and Jenna looked up, both greeting her with hellos and smiles.
    â€œI’m almost done with Donna. Can you give me a minute?” Jenna asked.
    â€œSure thing,” Gus said, shrugging out of her coat. She tossed her coat, gloves and hat in one of the two barber chairs up front and settled in the other.
    A side door on the outside led to a large open room. That’s where the dead bodies were delivered, be they human or animal form. Gus would never forget Elmer Watkins keeling over dead at the table within a month of her opening the restaurant. Bull, Dalton, Clint and Nelson had carried Elmer down to Curl’s and put him out on a table in the back next to a table holding a bull moose that had been brought in for taxidermy. Curl had laid Elmer out in the back room in his best overalls and flannel shirt…and had put the bull moose standing at attention next to him, since they’d come in together and the moose hadn’t yet been picked up. Everyone had commented on how natural both of them looked.
    No doubt about it, Curl could multitask. Luckily forhim, he wasn’t usually required to perform in all his capacities at once.
    â€œJenna’s a miracle worker,” Donna said. “That last engine job was hell on my hands, even with gloves on. And Perry likes my nails looking nice.”
    Once upon a time, pre-Good Riddance, Donna had been Don, star quarterback for his Midwestern college football team. Now Donna ran an engine repair shop across from the doctor’s office. Gus thought it was touching Donna had found love with a prospector named Perry who didn’t seem to mind a bit that Donna’s parts were of the add-on variety.
    â€œYour nails do look better, that’s for sure,” Jenna said to Donna, admiring her handiwork.
    â€œWhere’s Curl?” Gus said.
    Jenna wrinkled her nose. “He said he was skipping the hen party but actually he has a stuffing that has to be done for Henrietta Winters before Christmas.”
    Gus smiled at Jenna’s “stuffing” terminology for Curl’s taxidermy job.
    â€œOkey dokey, that’s got ya, Donna,” Jenna said. “Why don’t you switch places with Gus and give that a few minutes to dry and set before you head out?”
    Donna stood. “I can’t. I’ve got to get back ’cause Rusty’s stopping by to talk about a carburetor problem we’ve got to get fixed before the snowmobile races, but I promise I’ll be extra careful.”
    The door closed behind Donna and Jenna said, “You can go ahead and take off your boots and socks. Give me just a sec to reset my station.”
    â€œJust tell me when,” Gus said.
    She pulled off her shoes and socks, the air in Curl’s cool against her bare feet. Maybe this time with Nick wouldn’t be a bad thing. Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. He wasn’t exactly an enemy but…And as to the intense sexual attraction she’d felt for him, well, part of that had to be fueled by four years of abstinence coupled with the fact that once upon a time she’d been fairly infatuated with his writing. The odds were once she spent some time with him, she wouldn’t like the reality of him nearly as much as she’d liked the man