“Because I know how to get this out. And I promise not to put any more in.”
I tested one strand. A drop of oil, a patient thumb, and the slime let go.
“Don’t touch the clips,” Brittany said.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Why would I let you touch my hair again?”
I raised three children, and one of them had a gum problem. This was easier than gum.
Kelly came back, bending low.
“Ma’am, would you like the police to meet the aircraft when we land?”
“Yes!” Brittany snapped. “Absolutely!”
Kelly looked at me.
“I understand,” I said.
But I didn’t expect that this brazen blonde would manage to surprise me even more.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“I’ll need to document what happened,” Kelly said. “I’ll
check back with you before we land.”
She left.
“My extensions cost almost everything I had left this month.”