Heading back past the pool into the house via the large bi-fold doors on their alfresco patio, there was a morning chat show on the large plasma television in the living area, the subject was hypnosis Em stopped to watch for a short while as she saw people being hypnotised voluntarily into seemingly amusing situations, she chuckled and said out loud," that would NEVER happen to me" and looked up when she heard a slight rustling noise and noticed something being pushed under the front door along the hallway, “funny", she thought because they had a mailbox down the driveway where most mail drops went she headed towards it and found a leaflet giving 50% off all hair and makeover services for today and tomorrow only, at a new swish looking salon which was the talk of the town at present, it had a Parisian style cafe/ diner right alongside it with sliding one-way vision glass doors leading from the salon through a catwalk type bridge over a stunning little stream yes inside the diner. Em’d had a spur of the moment invite to a coffee there just a couple of weeks ago with Jilly after she’d changed from her regular stylist and style and had her snazzy new crop at this place. She raved about the pampering she’d received from the gorgeous owner/style Director, who had apparently remembered cutting her hair for a while many years ago when she lived in Paris (with Ralph her husband who was with the US embassy there just before he died in a tragic air disaster, whilst on a business trip. Jilly had never remarried, but swore if she did, it would be to a Frenchman for she loved their accent and joire’ de vivre). Her new style did look fantastic, but then Jilly always looked fantastic, hard to believe she was in her late sixties, she looked and acted like a forty year old, which is possibly why Em got on so well with her, she was the daughter Jilly never had, rearing two sons, the slightly older James (a wealthy accountant to the stars in Hollywood) lived with his family in California and her dear Mart, who had also mentioned having his last trim at this new place, something about his firm having helped the very nice, friendly foreign owner (French she thought he’d said ) design it, ‘C’est Chic, Cafe e’ Coiffure’ it was called (must be French). She’d noticed only an exit from the salon, the entrance was on another level on the side street, next to the naturopathic shop, such a brilliant idea as she saw a few ladies and one man coming out from a large double mirror door which opened on the other side of the indoor stream, with fantastically cut (and in one case) coloured hair, not that Em went for colouring she was very natural, “sometimes too natural" Mart once said, she never wore makeup (or even had her ears pierced) except for a bit of transparent lip balm, she used Teatree oil deodorant and some light perfume(usually Lancôme’s ‘Magnifique’) she realised Mart did like women with makeup, short skirts and high-heels but too bad, she was who she was and that wouldn’t change but maybe a very slight change may be okay on this occasion, as it was the anniversary of their first date and a year later their engagement also(maybe Mart had planned that so as not to ever forget those important dates).
