Welcome to Fat Chance, Texas by Celia Bonaduce

Author:Celia Bonaduce [Bonaduce, Celia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781601834294
Google: LBdjBgAAQBAJ
Amazon: B00OWWFE0I
Goodreads: 25449831
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2014-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 23

Polly cleaned all the mirrors in her store. There were three hand mirrors in ornate frames on the center counter and a full-length one near the back wall. The full-length mirror was too heavy to move by herself, but it wasn’t doing her any good where it was. She needed it in the front of the store, in the sunlight, so she could use it to clean up the shaved sides of her “undercut” hairstyle. She had her scissors and comb ready to go, but didn’t want to attempt the delicate maneuver without the proper light. She was trying to position two of the hand mirrors in a way that she could see the sides and back of her head, when Wally came in.

“Hey,” she said.

“Hey,” he said.

“Can I help you?” she said, blushing.

She felt like she was faking being a saleswoman. It didn’t help that Wally was pretty damn adorable—in a hostile, emotionally shutdown sort of way.

Wally shrugged.

Polly realized she couldn’t really get back to her mission of trimming up the sides of her hair with a customer around. She didn’t want to appear pushy, so she busied herself with hatpins. She stopped, afraid she looked like a lurking security guard at a department store.

“I have some awesome hats,” she said. “And I can customize them.”

“Yeah,” Wally said. “I saw Old Bertha about an hour ago sweeping her porch. You could see her hat from the other end of town.”

Is that a good thing?

Wally walked up to the center counter and glanced at the comb and scissors. He picked up the scissors and held them up to the sun, clicking them quickly. “These aren’t very sharp. I’m making a list of things I want to order for the store. Want some new scissors? Or a scissor sharpener?”

“I don’t know.” Polly ran her fingers over the sides of her hair. “What I really wish I had was a straight razor and a barber.”

“I think I have a straight razor!” Wally said. “I’ll be right back.”

Without another word, he was out the door.

“I was kidding,” Polly called after the slamming door.

It was no surprise to Polly that Wally had a straight razor for sale in his little store. Cutthroat Clarence seemed to have stocked each store by whim rather anything that made sense. Who would ever use a straight razor in the twenty-first century? And yet she’d just asked for one.

Wally returned with an unopened package, a can of shaving cream and a towel.

“Here’s everything we’ll need!” he said.

“What do you mean, we?” Polly asked in alarm.

“Oh! Were you going to shave the sides of your head by yourself?”

He sounded so impressed, she almost decided she should give it a try. But one look at that straight razor brought her back to reality.

Wally was opening the package as he handed her the towel. “Go soak this in really hot water and wrap it around your head.”

Polly thought he’d spoken more sentences in the last ten minutes than she’d heard since they’d met two weeks ago at Cleo’s.

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