The Curl Up and Dye

by Sharon Sala

  T. J. was seriously fucked. He couldn’t claim being drunk or high on drugs, because he figured they’d already run all the blood tests on him while he was dead to the world. And he couldn’t claim a grudge or retaliation for something that had happened to him first. The fact that she wouldn’t give him the time of day was not grounds for breaking and entering. And the fact that she had rebuked his advances and flipped him off in the middle of Main Street was not against the law. What was even more humiliating was that when he went after her to teach her who was boss, she pretty much whipped his ass.

  He didn’t need a mirror to know she’d put some scratches on his face, and he didn’t need to see them to know she’d literally busted his balls. He remembered she’d bitten his ear, but he had not realized a piece of it was gone.

  Shades of Mike Tyson, a little blond from Georgia had taken off a hunk of his ear, and he had barely lived to tell about it. On second thought, once they threw his ass in prison, and he knew that they would, he could never tell the truth about how he’d been maimed.

  His daddy had always told him his temper was going to get him in trouble one day. He didn’t like the old bastard, and admitting his daddy had been right was going to be a hard fact to swallow.

  At that point, his gut lurched. Thanks to the handcuffs tying him to the bed, he couldn’t sit up to reach for a bedpan, and he couldn’t roll over to puke on the floor. There was nowhere for it to go but all over him. He was still retching when a male nurse walked in.

  “Oh, hey… what a mess. Why didn’t you buzz for a nurse?”

  “’Cause I was jacking myself off,” T. J. moaned, then rattled the handcuffs against the bed rail to emphasize the answer.

  “Oh. Right! Well, hang on. We’ll get you cleaned up,” the nurse said, and headed back out the door.

  Harnett Easley poked his head in the door, saw the state his client was in, and frowned.

  “I’ll be back later. You’re not going anywhere.”

  Chapter 17

  LilyAnn went back to work on Thursday, enduring the stares, comments, and the occasional request for an autograph. It was almost like being the Peachy-Keen Queen all over again, except for the black eye and the fact that she had a three-carat diamond on her finger and not a crown on her head.

  Her boss was in awe. He had never imagined—in all the years that she had worked for him in her quiet, unassuming manner—that she was capable of such ferocity.

  Mitchell viewed her black eye with interest, wanting to know how she got it, and then asked the inevitable question: did she really bite off Lachlan’s ear?

  “Just a piece of it,” she said. “Do you want to shelve the aspirin or the Kotex?”

  Mitchell flushed three shades of red and threw his arms up in the air.

  “Like you had to ask!” he mumbled, and grabbed the carts with the boxes of aspirin and headed for the drug aisle.

  “And that’s how you end a conversation,” LilyAnn said to herself, and finished restocking the shelves of feminine products.

  She was getting ready to switch duties and man the register when she saw two teenage boys huddled up at the far end of Aisle 9. She watched as one grabbed several packets of condoms from a rack and stuffed them in his pocket, while the other one pocketed a bottle of massage oil from the shelf beside it.

  She couldn’t get Mr. Phillips’ attention and knew if she moved, they would be gone. Considering their age and the pimples on their faces, she could pretty much guess at the reasoning behind the thefts. If no one knew they bought those items, then no one would know they were having sex. It was stupid, but taking into consideration that most boys of that age had no concept of cause and effect, and had the reasoning level of a newt, it made sense.

  They were so intent on the thievery that she was behind them before they knew she was coming. She grabbed them by their elbows.

  “Sorry, boys, but you need to come with me.”

  The taller one jumped and started to pull away, then saw her black eye and paused.

  The other one was crestfallen, his head already hanging in shame.

  “Move it,” she said, pushing them toward Mr. Phillips’s office, even though they were arguing with her and each other, and dragging their feet. At any moment, she expected one or both of them to break and run.

  Mr. Phillips saw her and frowned.

  “LilyAnn! Do you need me?”

  She nodded. “We’ll be in your office.”

  She pushed the boys inside, then shut the door, standing between them and freedom.

  “Have a seat, boys,” she ordered.

  They sat. One of them whispered to the other, and LilyAnn frowned.

  “Hey! No talking.”

  The taller one raised his hand for permission to speak. She rolled her eyes. Nothing scarier than crooks in school mode.

  “What?” she snapped.

  “How did you get your black eye?”

  She thought about brushing it off, and then realized maybe she could use this to deter an event of future stupidity.

  “Someone hit me.”

  “What did you do to her?”

  “It wasn’t a her, it was a him. A guy hit me.”

  They looked at each other, as if confirming their suspicions.

  “So what did you do to him?”

  Although it hurt a little, she narrowed her eyes in what she hoped was a menacing expression.

  “I hit him back.”

  “Are you her?”

  LilyAnn sighed. She knew what they meant, but she wasn’t going to make it easy on them.

  “Her, who?”

  “Her. That woman who bit off a guy’s ear?”

  “Yeah, that’s me,” she said, as her voice grew softer with each word she spoke. “Only it wasn’t a whole ear. Just a piece of it. And I dug chunks of his face out with my fingernails, busted his balls, and fractured his skull. He broke the rules when he came in my house, and now he’s going to prison for a long, long time.”

  Her voice was barely above a whisper by the time she finished. They were in tears, shivering in their seats. She stifled a grin.

  My job is finished here.

  Mr. Phillips walked into the office.

  “LilyAnn?”

  She pointed. “Don Juan here has a pocketful of condoms, and his partner stole some massage oils and Lord only knows what else. They loaded up so much stuff that I decided they were pimps. Have you called the cops?”

  “No! No! We’re not pimps!” they cried and began to bawl.

  Mr. Phillips frowned. “Empty your pockets, boys.”

  They were sobbing loudly, begging Mr. Phillips not to call their parents.

  Big Shot with the condoms was in an all-out panic.

  “Don’t call my dad. He’ll kill me. The only reason we took them was so my parents wouldn’t know we were having sex.”

  “Put your wallets on the desk,” Phillips said. “The police will need to see your IDs.”

  “Did you already call the cops? Please don’t call the cops. I don’t want my parents to know.”

  LilyAnn rolled her eyes. I rest my case.

  Someone knocked on the office door. Phillips got up to answer, and both boys cried out almost at the same time.

  “Don’t leave us alone with her.”

  Mr. Phillips eyes widened.

  “What did you say to them?”

  She grinned. “I gave them a glimpse into their future.”

  The police took them down to the station, along with the loot they’d tried to shoplift. After they were gone, Mr. Phillips came looking for her.

  “Good job, LilyAnn. I lose more of that inventory to kids than I do anything else in the store.”

  “I know. Kids are stupid. I was one once.”

  He rolled his eyes. “So was I.”

  She went back to work, and the next time she looked up, it was a quarter to twelve. Almost time for her to go to lunch. She had a date with Mike at Granny’s Country Kitchen and was on her way to the ba
ck of the store to wash up when someone called her by name. She turned to see Honey Andrews waving her down.

  “Oh, hi, Honey!”

  Honey shook her head. “Don’t ‘Oh, hi, Honey’ me. I heard all about what happened from the horse’s mouth, so to speak. I had to see for myself that you were still in one piece, and you are, although I don’t know how. Are you okay?”

  LilyAnn shrugged. “As you can see, a little battered, but that’s about it.”

  Honey shook her head. “You are one tough cookie. I have nothing but admiration for you. You did everything you had to do to survive, and there aren’t many of us who could say the same. Way to go, LilyAnn. Way to go.”

  “Thanks. It was the scariest thing I’ve ever endured, for sure.”

  “Thank God, Mike showed up.”

  Lily smiled. “Yes, I’ve been thinking that a lot the past couple of days.”

  Honey grinned. “I heard about the ring. Can I see?”

  LilyAnn held out her hand.

  “Is that real?” Honey whispered.

  LilyAnn giggled. “Yes. Pretty awesome, isn’t it?”

  “What is that… two carats worth?”

  “Three.”

  “Holy shit. Maybe I should have considered changing my gender preference after all.”

  LilyAnn threw back her head and laughed.

  Honey grinned. “Well, maybe not, but you get what I mean. So, gotta get back to work. I have a client due in a few minutes. Take care of yourself, lady, and I love the look of that natural eye shadow. It might catch on.”

  LilyAnn was still smiling when she got her coat and headed across the street.

  Mike was already there, waiting for her arrival, when he saw her come in. He stood up and waved, and as soon as she settled, he shoved a handful of pamphlets toward her.

  “What is all this?” she asked.

  “I stopped by Miller’s Travel Agency. Willa Dean thought you’d like to see them. It’s the location of your destination wedding, LilyAnn.”

  “Our wedding,” she said softly.

  Mike smiled. “You know what I mean. If it was left up to me, I’d marry you tomorrow down at the courthouse, but I want you to have all the best memories ever of the wedding and the honeymoon.”

  “And I will, as long as you’re part of it.”

  “Then we’re good to go,” Mike said. “Here comes the waitress. Do you know what you want to eat?”

  “It’s Thursday, which means the meatloaf special at

  Granny’s. I’ll have that, but trade the mashed potatoes for coleslaw.”

  As he gave the waitress their order, friends and acquaintances kept coming by to talk. Between the attack on her life and Mike’s subsequent proposal, they were big news in Blessings. When their table finally cleared, he leaned forward to catch her up on their news.

  “Your mama called the house after you were gone,” Mike said.

  “Is everything all right?”

  “She has gotten over the fact that you aren’t having a church wedding but says she’s planning the reception, so get over it.”

  LilyAnn laughed. “Well, that settles that, then. What about your mom? Is she irked with us, too?”

  “No. She’s so happy we’re getting married that she won’t care how it happens. Besides, she’s been through all that stuff with Faith.”

  LilyAnn nodded, but when she went suddenly silent, Mike guessed there was something more.

  “What?” he asked.

  “I got a call from the district attorney while I was at work.”

  “What did he say?”

  “They arraigned Lachlan. He pled guilty, waived his right to a trial, said he would accept the judge’s sentence, but asked for leniency and understanding.”

  “What does that mean?” Mike asked.

  “The DA said it was Judge Fitzwater who presided and that Lachlan won’t see leniency or the light of day for a very long time.”

  “Good.”

  “In other news,” she said, and then giggled, because it sounded like a newscaster’s way to segue into a new story, “I caught two shoplifters this morning.”

  Mike’s eyes widened. “No. Really? Did you know them?”

  “Unfortunately, yes. One was Hank and Ann Richards’s son. You know, the people who own the realty company. The other was the middle school principal’s son. I predict they’re both in hot water.”

  “Did the police arrest them?”

  “They came and got them, but I’m guessing they’ll call the parents instead of booking them. It was a first-time offense for both, and they weren’t exactly stealing drugs.”

  “What did they steal?”

  She leaned closer and lowered her voice. “Condoms and massage oils.”

  He grinned. “Figures. Let me guess. They took them because if they bought them, someone might know they were having sex.”

  “Pretty much, but I put the fear of God in them.”

  He leaned back, his smile widening. “What did you do?”

  “They wanted to know if I was ‘her.’ So I told them.” She told him about playing up her reprisal on Lachlan and that they were bawling by the time her boss got to the office.

  Mike chuckled. “So, now I know when our kids act up, I’ll be the good cop and you’ll be the bad cop.”

  “No. We’ll both be the bad cops,” she said.

  “Deal. So what other mischief have you been into?” he asked.

  “I got my dress for the New Year’s Eve ball,” LilyAnn said.

  Mike grinned. “What does it look like?”

  “You’ll see soon enough. Oh, good, here comes our waitress and I’m starving.”

  ***

  They made love that night in Mike’s bed, to fulfill his last fantasy, he said. As they slept, a predicted storm front came through, bringing rain and a drop in temperature.

  When they woke the next morning, the house was cold and they’d overslept, which meant no time for morning snuggles. Lily bolted out of bed, grabbing clothes as she went.

  “Today’s my hair day at The Curl Up and Dye, so I’ll miss lunch.”

  “And I’ll miss you,” Mike said.

  He looked so damn sexy sprawled in that big king-size bed that LilyAnn weakened. She dropped her clothes where she stood and crawled back into bed.

  “Can we make this quick?” she asked.

  He grinned. “The right question is can you do it quick? Men are always primed and ready to fire.”

  LilyAnn laughed as he pulled her into his arms. He kissed her once and then moved away from her mouth and began a foray down her body—from her chin to the hollow at the base of her neck, to the valley between her breasts, the dip of her navel, and then to the juncture of her thighs.

  She was half out of her mind with shock, and the other half with lust. This was unexplored territory, and she wasn’t sure how it worked.

  “Oh Mike, I’m not sure—”

  “Close your eyes and just feel it,” he said softly.

  So she did.

  It was startling, then seductive, then like being shot from a cannon—like riding in Randy Joe’s hot rod and going from zero to sixty in five seconds flat.

  She was still shaking from her climax when he parted her legs with his knee and slid in. He was primed and ready to blow, and she was so hot and wet that it didn’t take long to accelerate. Like going from zero to sixty in five seconds flat.

  ***

  LilyAnn had to run to keep her Friday appointment and was breathless when she entered the salon. There was nothing unusual about the clientele or about the stylists working on them, but it still felt different. She chalked it up to her own anxiety at being late and slid into the shampoo chair with seconds to spare.

  “Busy morning?” Ruby asked, as she quickly soaped LilyAnn’s hair.

  “Yes. I don’t know what in the world was going on. Every time I started out the door, Mr. Phillips found another reason to call me back.”

  Ruby shook her head. “Compl
ete lack of care for a woman’s need to look pretty.”

  “I guess,” Lily said, and closed her eyes, reveling in the mini-head massage that came with the shampoo.

  Ruby rushed her through the shampoo, then into the styling chair without much to say. It was unusual, but LilyAnn was so harried that she was actually glad for the chance for some peace and quiet.

  Within a few minutes, Ruby had LilyAnn’s hair dry and styled, and she was ready to leave.

  LilyAnn glanced up at the clock.

  “You just set a new record. You did my hair in under thirty minutes.”

  “It’s that shorter length,” Ruby said, but when LilyAnn started to get up, Ruby stopped her. “Wait a minute. You can’t leave yet. Okay, everybody! She’s ready!”

  Vera and Vesta rolled a tea cart out of the break room filled with mini-sandwiches and tea cakes as Mabel Jean pushed out another one with drinks. At the same time, the front door of The Curl Up and Dye began to jingle nonstop as people began pouring in.

  “Surprise!” Ruby said, as her salon slowly filled up with familiar faces.

  When she saw Mr. Phillips come in grinning, she realized he’d been in on this and had purposefully kept her busy until they were ready. She was laughing but confused.

  “What’s going on? It’s not my birthday or anything.”

  “It was her idea,” Ruby said, pointing to Rachel Goodhope. “She made all these goodies for us and donated her time and tea cart for the festivities.”

  LilyAnn locked gazes with Rachel and, once again, felt a connection she didn’t understand.

  “Thank you, Rachel, but why all the fuss?”

  Rachel wasn’t an emotional kind of woman, but these days, she was often struggling to hold back the tears.

  “I suggested to the City Council and the Chamber of Commerce that we should set aside a day each year as Hero Day. People can be nominated all during the year for the distinction, and the winner will be, from this day forward, crowned on this date, the 28th of December. And, I suggested, and they agreed, that the first name on the plaque should be yours. You are more than a heroine, LilyAnn. Through your life here in Blessings you have proved to be a survivor, and you have made the women of Blessings proud.”

  The room erupted in applause as the mayor came from the back carrying a miniature of the big plaque that would hang on the wall at City Hall.