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Georgie.
    Georgie leaned down just a little,
seeking her normal face to face interaction with a client. “Come on
back.”
    “I was afraid Emmee made the
appointment too early for you,” he finally said, sitting in her
hydraulic chair at the back end of the shop. “You know, so early
after your class last night.”
    Georgie wrapped a neck strip around
Jeffrey’s neck and unfolded her haircutting cape with a quick flap
before draping it around him. “Is that going to be too
tight?”
    “Just a little,” he said, putting his
finger at the neck giving it a tug.
    “Sorry.” She unsnapped and redid the
snaps on the cape. Jeffrey not being very tall, she gave the
hydraulic two pumps. “I didn’t want to get hair down your
neck.”
    Running her fingers through
his fine sand colored hair, she wondered what he would do if
she accidentally gave him a high and tight hair cut? Military short. Wicked, wicked thoughts
are not good, Georgie, she scolded herself, and water-spritzed his
hair before picking up her scissors and comb. For the last twenty
years, styles coming and going, Jeffrey always took a two and half
finger’s width length cut on the sides and back, and longer on top.
She could do it blind folded.
    “Was your class good last night?”
Jeffrey asked.
    And the scissors took their bite out of
Georgie. She quickly grabbed a neck strip and put it tightly around
her finger. “Band aid needed here,” she called out, holding her
hand up to minimize the bleeding. “The finger’s still attached, but
I do need that band aid.”
    Jeffrey turned pale and Georgie
remembered his fear of blood. “I’m joking, Jeffrey. See? It’s
already stopped bleeding.” The thin line of blood began to show and
knowing the cut was deep enough to give a good bleed, Georgie
quickly spun away and went into the supply room. Emmee was quick.
They washed out the cut and Georgie braced herself before soaking
the finger in antiseptic. After a quick dry while holding the
finger high, they wrapped the band aid around it.
    “Don’t you laugh,” she warned Emmee in
a low whisper. “Not one snicker. You hear?”
    “Only if you promise to tell me what
happened last night.”
    “Nothing happened!” she
hissed.
    Emmee gave a sharp turn and laughed
outright as she went to the front of the shop where her appointment
waited.
    “Good morning, Ben,” Emmee greeted him
with a voice bubbling with innocence. “I’m ready for you. Just had
to do a medical repair on the Boss Lady.”
    One day I’m going to fire
her , Georgie swore, and let a smile mask
her face before turning to her own distressed client. “Okay,
Jeffrey. See? All better.”
    Georgie never had a hair cut take this
long, even with a band aid on, but she was grateful Jeffrey dropped
the questions about her writing class. His next subject, no doubt,
would have been Mason. After doing a quick sweep around the chair
to keep hair from sticking to Jeffrey’s shoes, they went to the
shampoo bowl to wash out any loose clippings from his hair. She
then towel dried his hair, followed with a quick use of the
blow-dryer.
    “There you go,” she said, after
smoothing in the hair gel and pulling off the drape. “All set for
the day.”
    “About my actions last night...” he
started to say, his green eyes still avoiding hers.
    “Georgie,” Brandy called from the front
desk.
    Georgie looked up and squinted at the
sun-glare off the linoleum floor surface.
    At first, with the morning sun coming
in through the windows behind him, all Georgie could see was a
man’s tall silhouette. It wasn’t until he turned slightly and she
saw the outline of all the paraphernalia on his belt that she
realized what she was looking at.
    It was a police officer.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Six
     
    “Georgina?”
    “What?” Georgie answered Jeffrey, but
her attention was on the officer now moving in their direction.
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