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I dropped and was left by the Christian Zionist hairdresser in mid-cut. After some hours waiting for her to finish I became fairly vocal about my displeasure, but she'd disappeared and some sappy pooch of a middle-aged man was scolding me for my lack of patience and consideration from his seat lined up against the hotel room wall behind me. Jackie's daughter came in, making as though to finish my haircut for her mother, but only made a tiny improvement on it before she too quit the scene.
Somebody said she was in Room 8, so I went to see. Nobody was there. I checked both beds, messing them up, but turned out the lights and left, locking the key in the room. I met a woman in the square who never liked me but who was being very nice to me when I told her I was trying to get the rest of my hair cut. I went back to the hotel, where I met up with a creepy movie mobster pretending to help me find Jackie, but he really was trying to frame me for her murder. I hadn't thought he'd get into Room 8, but he was in there trying to straighten it up and get me to wait there, but I knew what he was up to and ran off, taking the stairs down to the street.
There were many flights and don't ask me why the beauty shop in Room 6 and Room 8 were so many flights up, but I was skipping down them, duddering down like maybe a basketball would on the same course and flying to save steps. I don't know. Just the facts. I went a few other places looking for my errant hairdresser, but it was dawning on me that her delinquent daughter may have killed somebody again and she was just off hand wringing about it, so I should check her friends.
Everywhere I went there seemed to be women with homicidal daughters, some of them reality TV stars. I stopped to listen to some spokesmodel guy trying to do a beach report on all the murders, but grew tired of it and decided to give up my search. Nice that I'd skunked the mobster trying to frame me... or... had I? I decided to go to a fancy restaurant to find out. They wouldn't give me a table. I had been demoted from the ranks of people allowed to eat in fancy restaurants.
always and any time....
