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“I can do something,” Michele replied, still rocking Evie back and forth.
Somehow, Evie registered what had just been said. There was no way anybody was going to touch her hair. She pushed Michele away from her and stood up. She crossed her arms across her chest and announced, “No one is touching my hair. No one I don’t know!”
“Is there someone you trust, my love?” Michele inquired. “Hopefully someone nearby?”
“Saylor!” Evie whispered. Didn’t Lake say Saylor and Ryker were in town? “Saylor,” she insisted, with more assertion than she felt. “I want Saylor Call to come and fix my hair!”
“Saylor Call?” Sam questioned. “Is this another family relative?”
“You heard her!” Michele insisted. “It’s the least you could do after you let some imbecile cut off her hair.”
“I’m assuming Lake Call knows the number of Saylor Call?”
Evie peered to look behind Sam and Michele and recognized Tom, the lawyer. Evie shook her head in the affirmative.
“I’ll get right on it,” Tom affirmed as he retreated back to his area.
“I just want to go home!” whined Evie. She tugged at her nonexistent hair as a couple of sobs escaped her throat.
“I believe some other retributions are in order,” demanded Michele.
“Is it going to put us in the red?” Sam asked.
“She deserves a little spa treatment… and…”
“And… what?” Sam shuttered.
“And a couple of evening gowns,” Michele demanded.
“They were supposed to bring their own,” Sam declared.
“And since she didn’t know…”
“And that’s because she didn’t read the fine print,” Sam blurted.
“The fine print didn’t say there would be a chance her hair could be chopped off!” Michele spat. “I’m sure the show will provide some sort of compensation in order to avoid any court appearances!”
If Evie wasn’t still in a mix of despair and shock, she would have given Michele a kiss on her cheek. If anything, she had an ally with Michele.
Sam bit his lips closed and let Michele continue.
“As I was saying, she needs at least three more evening gowns.”
“Where’s Tom?” Sam growled. “I want him to write up a contract before we agree to any of this.”
“You just trust me, my child. I’ll make sure you are well taken care of.”
Evie looked at Michele and wondered. “How did you know I have green eyes?”
Michele looked at her, placed her hands around her face, and smiled. “The camera doesn’t do you justice.” She patted her face and slowly got up. “Oh… the creaky bones. Getting old is for the birds.”
“I’ll help you,” Evie replied as she stood up and helped Michele.
“Now, first things first. Do you want to keep that lovely piece of silky business?”
“Yes,” replied Evie.
“I thought so.” Michele turned around and told someone in the room to go fetch her a clear, sealable bag. “Next, I believe it would be best if we moved you to another room. Sam?” Michele hollered without looking behind him. “Which room should we put Evie in? One preferably with its own lock.”
