CHAPTER 16

About thirty minutes later, as we still drove through Beverly Hills, Sarah pointed to a high end hair salon place on Paul's left. "I'm paying for this one, Les." Sarah said. I gasped "We never agreed on this." "What we agreed on was for you to let us take the wheel. And that's what we're doing. Now, c'mon. Get out." Beth got out of the car and closed the door. I groaned, before doing the same. We walked into the salon, welcomed with black and white design all over the place. The receptionist...