Death and the Crone by Megan Mackie

Author:Megan Mackie [Mackie, Megan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: urban fantasy, dark fantasy
Publisher: Crossroad Press
Published: 2019-04-17T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

“Sharon will be taking care of you in the back,” the middle-aged receptionist said, giving them both her practiced smile.

Hearing her name, Sharon the hairdresser perked up and turned to look straight at Elias, who looked stunningly handsome in a charcoal grey jacket over his soft, black t-shirt and black skinny jeans. He wore a leather necklace and the shades he had popped up on top of his head made him look like he was ready for another photo shoot instead of taking someone to a hairdresser. Margaret hated the perky young blonde on sight, especially the way her face lit up at the sight of him, her hand already reaching out, presumably to shake his, or maybe grab him and run off to bed with him. The seething rage got sharper when the receptionist stood up and introduced Margaret as her client, and perky Sharon’s face drooped for a half a second into disappointment before jumping back into her professional smile.

“Margaret, nice to meet you,” she said, finally offering her hand to her actual client to shake.

“I’ll bet,” Margaret retorted, staring down the hand she had no intention of taking. Sharon lowered it unsure, struggling to keep that smile on her face to Margaret’s wicked delight.

“Margaret,” Elias chided with a gentle warning. His smile never wavered, just became that priestly serene thing on his face.

Immediately, Margaret felt chagrined. “My apologies,” she muttered and tried to reach out and shake, which made an awkwardly uncoordinated effort for both of them.

“Come with me,” Sharon recovered, and led them both to a chair in the middle of a row of shiny, swivel chairs. Margaret kept her eyes forward, trying to endure the parallel row of awful mirrors that reflected back several identical versions of an old woman, dressed in jeans with an elastic band and an oversized grey sweater with pink embroidery on the front that read the lie ‘World’s Best Grandma.’ She had wanted to drop kick Elias when he brought it to her, but her salvation depended on her changing her ways, so she had grimaced a smile.

Sharon settled the “World’s Best Grandma” in her chair.

“Hey, Margaret,” Elias called gently and she shifted her gaze a little to the left. He had taken a seat in a plain, white chair right next to the mirror. “Don’t look there, look here,” he said, pointing to his eyes, “I am your mirror.”

She couldn’t help herself, she returned his smile with a smaller, reluctant one of her own.

“Is your grandson taking you out on a date today?” Sharon asked as she brought around a hairdresser’s cape in front of Margaret’s vision, before attaching it under her long, uneven white hair at the back of her neck.

“Yes, this is a date,” Elias answered before Margaret could.

“Lucky grandma, having such a handsome grandson to take you around the town,” Sharon said in a cutesy voice that set Margaret’s teeth on edge.

“Now, what do we want to do with your hair?” the hairdresser asked, catting her fingers through it.

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