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her way with my hair. When the first lock of my hair hit the ground I felt lighter than I had in years.
    We struck up conversation easy. We chatted away about the weather and current styles. I even found myself telling her all about the Bastard, Frances, and my childhood. She was so easy to talk to and I instantly loved her for that. Lacey reassured me that she had a past that no one could live up to, so she never judged.
    She served me wine and snacks while she worked away. Her hands were made to do hair. They worked effortlessly through my scalp. While Lacey was shampooing the color out of my hair, she was bent over just chatting away, telling me about a time when she ran from the cops at a party. Halfway through her story, her gum came flying out of her mouth and went down my shirt. Without missing a beat, she reached down my shirt and grabbed her gum that was lodged quite nicely in my cleavage. We both laughed hysterically.
    When Lacey was finished, she left me with a blunt shaggy bob and bangs that swept to the side and rich, deep auburn hair. I loved it and I instantly loved her for giving me my new look, and for grabbing gum out from between my boobies! The friendship that we formed was instant and effortless. We were true, long-lost soul sisters, and she was my favorite bitch in town!
    Lacey also got the treat of my coffee concoctions. She enjoyed having a fancy mocha or latte delivered to her daily. She was the best critic, since she was always brutally honest with me. I made a pumpkin latte for her one day and she abruptly informed me that it tasted of dog shit and rotten vinegar. Lacey wasn’t shy about visiting my shop either. She loved to come over on her lunch break and adorn herself in headbands, new clothes, and jewelry. She was my personal walking billboard and my best friend.
    One evening at my apartment, I shared my bucket list thingy with Lacey. I waited nervously as she read over the list. She laughed at certain things on my list and asked about the checkmark by the random lay. I told her all about Malcolm in great detail.
    “By damn you are a true little ho-bag!”
    “Trust me, it was damn good!”
    “So what’s up with the potato salad?
    “Frances had a thing for it. I need to find a good recipe for her.”
    “Well, I have one, you little hoochie!”
    “You do? Is it good?”
    We raced to the grocery store to buy all the ingredients. This recipe had been passed down from Lacey’s great-grandma. I’ll admit there were some damn weird steps, like patting down the cooked potato pieces with a towel to take the excess moisture out of them. I was sure that Lacey was being a total twat waffle by making me rub down cooked potatoes with a towel, but nope, it was written on the card in her great-grandmother’s handwriting. The potato salad was fucking epic! I had done it—another check on my bucket list thingy. I made Lacey sign her name by this checkmark.
    I asked Lacey about her family and she said she didn’t have any. I could tell it was a closed subject, so I didn’t push any farther. I loved having my wild child Lacey in my life.
    “Hey, hoochie! Stay the night with me tonight. We can gorge on this amazing potato salad and watch Footloose .”
    “Anything for you, my little bitch!” Lacey replied.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    C HAPTER 7
     
     
    Shit! Fuck! Bitch!
     
    It’s now the day before opening and I had an old door that I was trying to hang from the ceiling. It was the last finishing touch I had to make to my perfect little shop. The door was all rigged up with wire, and I screwed eye bolts to the beams. So all I had to do was climb up the ladder with the rustic door and hook the four pieces of wire to the eyelet hooks. I made it up the ladder rather gracefully and hooked the first piece of wire.
    I then went to hook the second piece of wire, when the pad of my finger entangled in the wire at the same time as the wire flipped onto the hook. The shooting pain from my finger