Chapter 175 Haircut

• All around me, dull brown rings fluttered to the ground. I scowled and pursed my lips as the chic cat lady doing my hair tried to start a conversation again. She had told me so much about her life that I could actually recite her backstory five times over. She had a wealthy husband, twenty grandchildren, and, of course, ten cats.
• As she grinned at me through the mirror, "Your husband is a dashing young man," I blushed. "I haven't seen a young man so elegantly attired and well spoken since I met my sweet Roger in the sixties."
• I objected, "For the last time, he is not my husband," and she rolled her eyes as if I were making up a secret that we both knew. "I'm being serious. Look at my hand. No ring."