As if I hadn’t been scared enough of this beauty parlor trip, Simone’s statements were making me even more disquieted. Did Judy realize that Simone was developing some kind of madness? Was it schizophrenia? Had she swallowed some illegal drug? Should I bolt out of the room in an effort to save myself from a sudden infection of crazy?
But the hand she’d laid on top of mine tightened. “Relax, Penelope. You will like what I’m going to do to you. I am going to show you a new version of you, your true potential.”
Okay, the sound of that was both as frightening as a nearby lightning strike but also as enticing as a chocolate brownie of hope. Who doesn’t want to change for the better? Was Simone promising miracles? Was she trying to sell me some magical elixir that would supposedly raise my beauty percentage to a positive number (while subtracting pounds?)
I took another sip of my tea and nodded. I was already at Caroon’s Hairstyling and Judy had said the cost was on her, so . . . Besides, since I’d drunk tea with Simone, it was probably too late to back out.