The Peach and the Poppy by Caesar J.M. Kauftheil

Author:Caesar J.M. Kauftheil [Kauftheil, Caesar J.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Lesbian romance, Contemporary
Publisher: Less Than Three Press, LLC
Published: 2015-06-24T04:00:00+00:00

Rue Quelque Chose

Poppy broke the spell of reminiscence to find herself on a street as foreign as any in Paris. She sighed to herself, hoping she'd have wound up somewhere familiar by now. It occurred to Poppy that she was staying on the other side of the Seine, the river that divides Paris, and she realized that she should have crossed one of the bridges that connected the Left and Right Banks a while ago. She was lost, but this wasn't a new experience to Poppy. She had always lacked a solid sense of direction.

And that was the story of her life, wasn't it? Ambling ever forward without knowing where she was headed. She had chosen her degree in animal sciences based off the fact that she liked horses and was just lucky enough to find a job in the field and eke out a living after college. She wound up falling for straight girl when she was twelve, with a rebel when she was eighteen, and now that she was twenty-five, she was developing feelings for a woman she would probably never see again after she returned home at the end of the week—if she even saw her by then. And now, here she was, walking along the crooked path of Rue Quelque Chose in Paris, because she hadn't thought about where she was headed. She saw through the large window that she was passing by a salon, a few of the seats occupied, and others rested upon by bored-looking stylists.

Well, thought Poppy, she might as well make the best of where she had ended up.

She walked inside, and a woman wearing heavy makeup and a smile approached her and Poppy could tell the young woman must have spent at least an hour on her hair that morning.

"Bonjourrr," the hairdresser drawled, and began speaking in rapid French.

"Um, parlez-vous anglais?" Poppy stumbled over the phrase she had memorized.

"Oui. Welcome! How may I be of assistance?" She spoke with an extremely thick accent, and Poppy could just barely understand her.

"I was thinking about going for a new hair style," Poppy said. She wasn't sure what had incited this impulse. She hardly ever cared about her hair, occasionally going in to have it trimmed when it got too long and Leopold insisted that she had split ends, but she never bothered to have it styled. It was either pushed behind her ears, or tied back when she was riding, and that was about as much as she ever bothered to think about the matter.

"I see," the woman said, only half disguising a snippy sneer as she looked at Poppy's rain-frizzed hair. "Did you have something in mind?"

"Not really… I was hoping you could just…" Poppy waved her hands around her head, searching for a word. "Make it look nice."

"I think we can do that," the woman said, beaming. "Come with me."

Poppy followed her to a chair by a sink, where she was laid back to have her hair washed, and the woman

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