After hurriedly cleaning things up, we got out of the house and walked to the junction of our street in search of a cab.
Due to Dad's current investment, mom's car was sold. Dad didn't want to borrow too much to finance the project he was working on. He called it the Christmas special.
He claims that it would make him one of the richest men in our city, and would be sort out for by different companies before the year runs out, and so a better car would be bought for mom, and if I am well behaved, myself as well.
For these reasons we had to make these sacrifices.
We finally got a cab.
After boarding the cab, we all sat at the back of the awkwardly smelling car. To worsen the case, the Cab driver played one of the worst types of songs, the Rock n Roll garbage.
In attempt to escape the present reality, I stared out the window and allowed my mind to wonder.
I couldn't help but think about what the spilled ketchup spelt on the floor.
Could it be a coincidence?
Could I have been seeing things?
How the f_ck did it spill.
"What?!", I heard Kareen say shocked as she sat up and turn to her back, as though she just woke up from a nightmare where someone told her that something was written on it.
"She did wh..", She said and paused mid way her speech, looked at me and then turned to the window and began to grumble.
What's up with her?
"We are here", I heard mom say.
We all got out. I stared at the huge sign board which had the name of the saloon boldly written on while mom paid for the cab.
"Let's go in!", She said as she zipped close her bag.
I and Kareen walked behind her as she walked inside the saloon.
I slowed to let Kareen go in first so I could see what I wrote on her back with Ketchup.
On seeing it, I chuckled a bit.
But after a while, I began to feel bad.
Isn't this too much?
She didn't go as far as disgracing me openly, all she did was scare me.
In that state, I walked into the saloon.
Mom walked straight to the receptionist.
After getting a tag, we were asked to wait on a sit where other people were.
As Kareen walked to her sit, I overheard some girls laughing at her.
"Raily, look! What's on her back?", One said to the other.
"I smell like a cow!", The other girl said aloud and they both began to laugh.
I couldn't help but frown, regretting what I have done.
After sitting and waiting a while, we heard a number, "14BA!"
"That's us!", Mom said excited.
"Kareen, let's go!", I said tapping her.
She turned to me with and ugly expression and stood up.
Seeing this, I was puzzled for a while. Does she know?
She had already taken a step or two before I came back to my sense and stood up to follow.
"My name is Julie. Welcome to Bevelz, Mrs. Monrow. It states here, that you all want our full package hair treatments, is that correct?", She asked mom.
"Absolutely!", Mom replied with a smile.
"Girls, please!", Ms. Julie gestured for us to seat.
I subconsciously touched my pocket, precisely where I kept the dye, but couldn't find it.
My initial intention was to swap or mix the dye they were going to use on Kareen with the one in my pocket. But after seeing what I wrote on her back, and the results, I expelled the idea.
But still, where is it?
I searched myself for it.
"Miss, is there any problem?", Ms. Julie asked.
"...Not really!", I replied subconsciously.
It must have fallen from my pocket while walking; after all this wasn't the first time, I was experiencing such a thing with this particular dress. When I leave I'll thoroughly have a look at it for holes.
"Then please sit, we don't want to keep our customers waiting", she said politely.
I obeyed and sat down.
As soon as I sat, there was this warmth I felt. It sent chills down my spine. I couldn't help but smile as the lady behind began to massage my head with her gentle fingers.
It was so good that I slept off.
……
"Katie!", I heard my name.
"Katie!", Another call, this time with a tap.
I opened my eyes and saw mom directly Infront of me.
"Please madam, you may use our shower", I heard Ms. Julie say beside mom, who was smiling and looking at me.
"Bathe, here?", I asked.
As soon as my voice fell, mom began to laugh.
"Why are you laughing? When did we start bathing in saloons?", I asked confused.
"Someone spilled dye on you while you were asleep", mom explained.
"Dye?! Where?", I asked and looked at myself.
And truely, there was red dye on me, same color as the one I snuck into my pocket.
Did it spill?
"We are sorry for that, madam, we've sent for a new clothes.
"New clothes?", I asked with a shade of shock and excitement.
"Yes madam, new clothes to compensate you for such an accident.", She added.
"The bathroom isn't far, just head straight, and enter one of the rooms, there are new sets of soap bars in the counter", she added pointing to a direction.
I was honestly amazed by these people's service and customer treatment. I couldn't help wondering how much mom must have paid.
With that said I stood up and walked in the direction she pointed to.
"Feel free to take off the shower cap while you are in the bathroom! The threat must have settled down by now.", Ms. Julie added.
I nodded and walked into the bathroom.
So neatly designed, with a huge mirror running from the start to end of the room.
I walked into one of the bathroom and there was another short mirror screwed to the wall. By the side was a counter covered with a transparent glass, and inside it were some bars of soap just as Ms. Julie said.
Seeing all this, I couldn't help but wondered how much care must have been given to my hair.
I took of the cap and looked at the mirror.
"Ahhhhh !", I screamed in shock.
"My hair, it's...."
To be continued.....
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