My hairdresser, Jane Daniels, really gets me. I’ve been going to her for the last seven or eight years, since just after I married Dan. Dan’s not an easy man, though he’s a high carat looker. We’ve had our moments and I might have left him before now, if it wasn’t for Jane’s wise words. When my Dad died a month before my eldest was born, I struggled to hold it together, but our weekly blow dries kept me going. She’s laughed with me, sympathised with me and reassured me through so many life events, I don’t know how I’d cope without her. It’s down to her that I got my promotion last year, I nearly chickened out of applying but Jane wouldn’t have any of it. And, she made me look like a million dollars for my interview. It’s strange though, I know very little about her life, it’s all one-way traffic.
I’m having my colour done today. That means three hours with Jane, and God I need it. It’s Dan again: innocently, I opened his credit card statement. Three payments for meals in a swanky eatery, one I’d always fancied trying. The dates? When I’d taken the kids to Mum’s for half-term. He’s taking me for a fool, the bastard. Mustn’t do anything hasty though, he’s a good earner. Jane’ll put me straight.
The car park behind the salon is rammed, so I head for the supermarket. When I rush in, late, the receptionist smiles up at me,
‘Karen will be looking after you today. Jane’s left us.’ How could she? I run back to my car and sit there shaking. When I look up, I see Dan’s Audi in the petrol station and Jane Daniels is kissing him hard on the mouth.
I’m having my colour done today. That means three hours with Jane, and God I need it. It’s Dan again: innocently, I opened his credit card statement. Three payments for meals in a swanky eatery, one I’d always fancied trying. The dates? When I’d taken the kids to Mum’s for half-term. He’s taking me for a fool, the bastard. Mustn’t do anything hasty though, he’s a good earner. Jane’ll put me straight.
The car park behind the salon is rammed, so I head for the supermarket. When I rush in, late, the receptionist smiles up at me,
‘Karen will be looking after you today. Jane’s left us.’ How could she? I run back to my car and sit there shaking. When I look up, I see Dan’s Audi in the petrol station and Jane Daniels is kissing him hard on the mouth.
