Ariel’s own short, curly, dark hair was styled by the rules of wash-and-wear, and she was grateful to women who liked to mess with Mother Nature and could afford to do so. She tweaked a wave into place, smoothed a curl, and cranked down the heavy salon chair, turning it so that the newly coiffed blonde whose hair she regularly tinted, conditioned, trimmed, permed, set, and combed, could see the effect.
Once she combed out this head, she’d be done, and she could go home, take a shower, change her clothes, and eat dinner in front of the TV with her father. Your Title, Your Book in Five Words or Lessįriday afternoon was a busy time at the salon-only Saturday afternoon was busier-and Ariel Bauer had had a full day.
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