Who: Frankie and Maggie
When: Morning
Where: The salon
Frankie was running late for her hair appointment. She really sort of loathed calling it that, because it had nothing to do with curling or styling and everything to do with allowing Maggie to cut about an inch of her hair off to get rid of split ends for about another month or so. It was simple, and probably wouldn’t take that long, but Frankie didn’t trust herself with her own hair and a pair of scissors. Besides, this way she got to say hello to Maggie and help out her business too, in a monetary kind of way.
With the skies so cloudy and the wind picking up, they had tried to get the horses and cattle settled before the storm started, so Frankie left the ranch later than she had meant to. Thankfully she didn’t live too far from Maggie’s, and the weather nudged her along, the wind keeping her from getting distracted by something, or someone else, and forgetting her appointment all together. Her hair whipped about her face, creating a curtain of red as she stood on Maggie’s door step and knocked loudly. Hopefully Maggie remembered the appointment. Frankie had seen her the night before at the barn dance with a few beers, so a hangover was always a possibility.
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