"You must be Paula" I said.
"That's me" the newcomer replied with a pleasant smile. She was older than I expected, perhaps even slightly older than me. Certainly older than the usual stylists that I worked with and she didn't have the air of someone who needed to practice her art one little bit.
"Come on through Amy and we can have a coffee and a chat" she said, motioning with her arm. I followed her down into the salon until she stopped at one of the styling chairs.
"Have a seat here and I'll get the coffee. Milk and sugar?" she asked.
"Just black will be fine" I replied.
She disappeared into an alcove, but was back quickly, carrying two mugs. She put them on the counter in front of me and pulled a wheeled stylist's chair closer. She sat down and took a deep breath.
"Time for a little confession.." she said. I nodded and reached for my coffee, waiting for her to continue.
