It was Thursday again. Mabel Adams asked at the desk to be sure.
“Thursday all day, Mabel,” the girl said. “Don’t forget to get your hair done today. Two o’clock … right?”
“Right,” Mabel said, locking the time away in her mind. “Two o’clock. On Thursday.”
She took her purple walker and went half a block to the counter at the drug store.
That nice Williams girl came over with a smile and a menu.
“Tuna on toast, Mrs. Adams?”
“Uh, sure. I like that.”
After she ate, she started down the sidewalk toward the Curl Up ‘N Dye beauty parlor. The watch pinned on her dress said one forty-five.
Mabel went over to her usual chair and sat down. Fran came over and looked at Mabel’s hair with a smile.
“You still look pretty ravishing, Mabel,” she said. “Sure you want a touch-up today?”
“Going to watch that movie with the girls tonight?”
“Sure,” said Mabel.
It’s nice to live in a small town, because if you don’t know what you are doing, someone else does.
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