Rita stood in back of Lucille and smiled inquiringly at Lucille’s reflection in the mirror.“The same as usual, I guess.”“How about something different? A little special maybe.” Rita wagged her scissors playfully at Lucille, then spun the chair around and tied a plastic cape around Lucille’s shoulders. “Highlights. That’s what you need.”“Highlights?” Lucille could feel her palms beginning to sweat.“Very subtle ones. Just a bit of lighter color here and there.” Rita spun her back to face the mirror and ran her hands through Lucille’s hair. “See, a little brightness around the face.” She stroked the hair along Lucille’s forehead.“Well . . .”“Come on, Lucille. You haven’t done anything different since I’ve known you. Besides, you’ll hardly notice them. They’ll just give you a bit of a boost. One of my other clients got them, and everyone thought she’d been away or had a face-lift or something. No one noticed it was the hair.”“If you’re sure—”“Good.
