The darkening sea crawled its trellises of sand quietly beside their sprawling towels and toys.
"I'll never leave you," Ted murmured again into damp curls, holding her shoulders down intently.
When he left, Nina drifted disconsolately into Karry's Couture Camp.
Disoriented, she asked, "Where's Freda?"
"She quit last month, remember?" Karry stared quizically into the clouded off-focus of speckled gray eyes she'd known since high school. "What's up?" she queried with some disinterest.
"Not much. I need a new do."
"Winter'll do that,"Karry observed drily. "Perm? Color? Highlight? Trim?"
"Radical cut," Nina pronounced firmly to her own surprise. "Crew, just above the ears."
"Really bad weather,"Karry analyzed, knowing how intensely Nina cherished her waist-length strawberry furlings.
"Icecaps and sleet."
"Sorry. Sure about the cut? I can save the clippings."
"Naw, trash 'em."
Pushing open the Main Street door, Nina shook her shorn head in briskly free adjustment.
"Don't forget to ditch the curls," she called back.
"They're gone,"Karry assured her, pushing a mop toward the alley.
"Hey!" she yelled down the sidewalk minutes later. "You forgot your briefcase."
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