Whispers In Time

tain about the style, tilting her head from left to right while examining it critically. The room fell into complete silen

ion in the mirror. Sighs of relief filled the room as Emily lowered the mirror and carefully removed the towel from the client's shoulders. "Well, this hairstyle doesn't look bad at all," the client admi

ed her appreciation for the generous tip. The client then retrieved another crisp one hundred cedi n

s usual. By the way, can she come over to my house to do my hair and pedicure on weekends? Driving here through the congested traffic is becoming to

ls in the salon winced with apprehension. Despite Lovelace having chosen Emily for the job, they understood the nightmarish

discussed the details of the upcoming home service, the other salon workers retreated to t

her girl added. "She's the most difficult client we've ever had in this salon. Ha

She exuded wealth, adorned with jewels, and moved gracefully, as if dancing to a tune only she

have my hair styled?" Mrs. Adam

thirty minutes?" Lovelace checked the salon clock; it was fifteen minutes to one. "Yes, w

owner, offered to attend to her personally. The salon wor

s, and various hair products, and immediately began working on Mrs. Adams' hair. An apprentice draped a tow

" Mrs. Adams screeched. "Why? It's styling lotion," Lovelace replied, ch

ified looks. Despite Lovelace's reputation as a skilled beautician, the unexpected outburst had clearly taken her off guard. "I'm so, so sorry, Madam," Lovelace stammered, returning the offending lotion t

ms exclaimed, as if the towel

trolley, loaded with an electric kettle, a large water bottle, sparkling white towels, hair lotions, creams, mirrors, combs, brushes, pins, and hai

lient. "Would you please get to work? Remember we don't have all day to

rkling white towel around Mrs. Adams' shoulders. She worked as briskly as possible, with

pricking my scalp!" Her complaints persisted until Lovelace thought she had executed a perfect hairstyle. However, Mrs. Adams abruptly s

s is the best salon in this community. If this is the best service I can get

She offered, taking the comb gently but firmly from Mrs. Adams and expertly combing her long, silky hair. Mrs. Adams was momentarily

back, her stern face revealing the faintest hint of a smile. "You certai

y replied as she b

. Adams inquired. "Emil

lon, the burly man entered and wheeled the trolley out. Lovelace watched with a scowl, and the girls quickly disappeared into the inner room. Later, they learned that their demanding client wa

Adams had elevated the salon's profile in the community by choosing Premier Beauty Salon. Week after week, Mrs. Adams scolded, lectured, and guided Emily through every serv

commodating. Eventually, Mrs. Adams decided to opt for home services, citing interruptions at the salon. "Emily keeps shuttling between me and other custome

d at Emily with sympathetic glances. "

girls, whispered. "When I go to church,

e goes for home service, as I doubt she'll be allowe

face. At home, however, she prayed fervently, asking God to grant her favor with Mrs. Adams. She p

whose mind is stayed on thee," she r

ment with Mrs. Adams. The client had offered more than ten times the ex

epeatedly, considering the financial gain and the