The Prince Charming List by Kathryn Springer

Author:Kathryn Springer [Kathryn Springer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General, Religious, Fiction
ISBN: 9781426819803
Google: gZYnOTXedU0C
Amazon: B001BLHKZU
Publisher: Steeple Hill
Published: 2008-07-01T04:00:00+00:00

Call me a coward, but I avoided Sally’s again the next morning. I knew my picture was on a dartboard somewhere. My consolation for missing out on Amanda’s biscotti was the piece of butter pecan cake Elise had sent home with me. I was just about to take my morning break and dig into it when someone pushed on the door so hard it bounced off the rubber stopper on the wall.

A teenage girl charged in, towing a smaller replica of herself by the hand.

“Do you have any openings for a cut?” she choked.

One glance at the younger girl and I knew why her sister sounded so panicked. She’d tried to give herself a haircut. With a pair of those blunt-tipped scissors favored by kindergarten teachers everywhere.

I knelt down so I was at eye level with her. “Were you playing beauty shop?”

The little girl grinned at me. Which I took as a yes. “What’s your name?”

“Whitney Darnell.” Then she held up four fingers before I asked, proving she’d been through the drill before.

“Let me get the elephant chair for you, Whitney.”

“Can you…fix it?” her sister whispered.

“Sure.” Hair emergencies took priority over cake. “It’s okay. Take a deep breath. What’s your name?”

“Kaylie…Kaylie…Darnell.”

Judging from her ragged breathing, it sounded like she was about to pass out on the floor right in front of me. For the first time I noticed she had a large, reddish purple birthmark on her face. Her hair was long and straight so the way she angled her head partially concealed it.

“Have a seat. And some cake. I’d skip the coffee, though, if I were you.”

Kaylie gave me a nervous look. “I don’t drink coffee.”

“I was teasing you.”

“Oh.” Kaylie found a chair by the window and I swung Whitney up into the elephant chair to get a close-up of the damages. Whoa. One side of her hair was choppy but the other side was almost bald. Any shorter and she’d look like she was on her way to boot camp.

“What’s wrong?” Kaylie was on her feet in a flash, panic making her eyes the size of cupcakes.

“Nothing.” I flashed her my confidant stylist smile. The one that said I was one with my scissors.

She dragged her hair across the birthmark and twisted it around her fingers. “I was supposed to be watching her but I was reading. Whit asked me if I wanted to play with her and I told her no.” It was obvious she regretted that decision. “The next thing I knew, she dumped a handful of…hair…on my book.”

“I did the same thing to my hair when I was about her age,” I said. “And to three of the girls in my playgroup.” And Mom had the pictures to prove it.

“My mom is going to kill me,” Kaylie moaned. “Will it grow out by the time school starts? Picture day is the first week.”

By my estimation, Whitney’s hair would be two inches long by the end of August. Maybe three. I didn’t tell Kaylie this. It fell in the TMI category.

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