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“Whatever you think, pet. You’re the expert.”
“How is Pogo?” Audrey struggled with facts when they were in a textbook, but she had no trouble remembering the smallest detail of people’s lives. She knew all about their pets, their kids and their illnesses. Pogo was Mrs. Bishop’s Labrador, and the love of her life. “What did the vet say about the lump?”
“It was nothing serious, thank goodness. A cyst. He removed it.”
“That’s good. You must be relieved.” Audrey rinsed carefully.
“What will you do now your exams are over? Will you work here full-time this summer? We’re all hoping you do.”
It was tempting. Audrey loved the people and she enjoyed the work. For some of the women who came to the salon, their ten minutes at the basin with Audrey was the only time they relaxed during the week. Her high point had been when customers started asking for her because her scalp massage was so good.
No one had ever said Audrey was good at anything before.
But staying at the salon would mean living at home, and Audrey couldn’t wait to leave.
“I’m going traveling.”
She sprayed the treatment onto Mrs. Bishop’s hair and massaged gently.
“Oh, that’s bliss, dear. You always use just the right amount of pressure. You should do a massage course.”
Audrey used her fingertips on Mrs. Bishop’s forehead. “The clients would probably all be dirty old men.”
Mrs. Bishop tutted. “I don’t mean that kind of massage. I mean real massage. For stressed people. There are plenty of those around.”
“Yeah, I should probably start with myself.”
“You’d be fantastic. You could do makeup, too.” Philippa Wyatt, who came in every six weeks to have her color done, joined in the conversation from her chair in front of the mirror. Her hair had been segmented and was currently wrapped in tinfoil. She looked like a chicken about to be roasted.
“How are the preparations going for the wedding, Mrs. Wyatt?”
“My daughter changes her mind every five minutes. One minute the cake is going to be fruit, and the next it’s sponge.”
“I love sponge.” Audrey finished the head massage and rinsed off the product. She wrapped Alice Bishop’s head in a warm towel, changed her gown and guided her back to the basin.
“Thank you, dear.” The woman pressed a note into Audrey’s hand.
“That’s too much! You don’t have to—”
“I want to. It’s my way of saying thank you.” She sat down in the chair, and Audrey pushed the note into her pocket and stuck her head around the staff room door.
“Ellen? Mrs. Bishop is ready for you.”
Ellen owned the hair salon. There was a lot Audrey liked about her, not least the fact that she didn’t make Audrey split her tips. You earned it, you keep it, she always said.
“Right.” Ellen was finishing a cup of coffee. “Want to grab lunch together later? Milly can cover for us.”
“I thought I’d go for a quick walk. I need to clear my head after all those exams.”
It was a half-truth. The other half of the truth was that the fridge had been empty again and Audrey hadn’t realized until it was too late. Her mother, in a drunken state, had thrown everything away claiming it was “off.”
It wouldn’t hurt not to eat for a day, but she didn’t want to draw attention to it.
An hour later she grabbed her bag and took a walk to the local park.
It was teeming with people enjoying the sunshine. Some sat on benches, others sprawled on the grass, shirtsleeves rolled back.
Several were eating lunch. Huge slabs of crusty bread, fresh ham, packets of crisps, chocolate bars.
