Kimmer headed to town early; her jeans were soaked to midthigh by the time she made it to the station wagon, and she crawled in to start the engine and crank the heat up high.At the hotel she stood under the apathetic shower until the water started to feel cool, and bundled up her laundry for the motel’s coin-operated machines. She took her chances with it and left the machine filling with water, heading for town in a brisk walk she hoped would finish warming her up. Bonnie Miller took her to the Shear Delight beauty salon, where she had no intention of letting anyone get near her hair, but put her nails up for sacrifice.“Sit your p’toot right down here, honey,” said Dora the manicurist with such enthusiasm Kimmer figured the woman had been facing an empty schedule—or she thought she had a chance at some juicy gossip. “Good Lord, what have you done to these nails? Jerri, you should look at these hands!”Kimmer managed an embarrassed shrug, as if she truly cared. She normally paid them enough attention to keep them smooth and buffed, and had false nails applied as suited her assignment.
