Black And Blueberry Die (A Fresh-Baked Mystery Book 11) - Plot & Excerpts
Newsom. We need a nice, even layer.” “Of course,” Phyllis said, careful to barely move her lips as she spoke. Pauline came in while the mask was hardening on Phyllis’s face. The salon owner emerged from a door in the rear of the room. Phyllis supposed she had either been back there in an office the whole time, or else she had just returned from somewhere and had come in through a rear door. Pauline came over to her and said, “Mrs. Newsom! It’s good to see you again.” She smiled and patted Phyllis’s cape-covered shoulder. “No, no, don’t say anything. Wouldn’t want y’all to risk ruinin’ all of Talia’s good work. Just give me a thumbs-up if you’re bein’ treated right.” Phyllis responded with the affirmative gesture. “Good! If you have any problems, you just let me know, hear? We want all our clients at Paul’s Beauty Salon to leave happy.”
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