It was hidden behind the courtyard of a curios shop that sold gold and coral jewelry. She’d gotten the name of the place from Yasmine, who’d gotten it from an actress friend who performed with an underground theater company. The salon was simple, with fake flowers and worn furniture, but it was welcoming and warmly heated on this chilly day. Inside, a dozen women without head scarves were chatting and smoking heavily.The owner, Farideh Sadhrapoor, greeted Leila with an embrace and offered her melon and pistachio cookies. “We’ve been expecting you, dear.”Leila hoped to visit California next summer and she was determined to look good when she arrived. Since Enrique had written to her (he said that he hadn’t received her letter for two years), Leila had started working out at a private aerobics studio near her home. She avoided starches and sweets, and swam for an hour every night after Mehri went to bed. So far, she’d lost twelve pounds. She’d begun stockpiling new lingerie, too, sexy bras and panties from France that she bought on the black market for a hundred dollars a pair.
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