Gossip In the Beauty Parlor
He’s still out there…
She said she would never speak to Aunt Mable again …
The funniest part was….
I am trying not to listen, and doing a great job apparently
Because I am catching tiny little bits of everybody’s conversation.
There are several old ladies here getting their hair fixed.
There is gossip coming out of their mouths,
but no matter how hard I try, I only hear sliver and slices.
My kids are glad Mrs. Brown is….
If I ever see him do that again, I will…
He’s sleeping with her best friend! They are both pregnant!
This perks me up. Who? Who? WHO?
I strain to hear more but beautician is dunking me under a faucet now.
I do not know how they stand it! An old lady says I would cut off his....
I am finally finished.
My husband stands to go.
You look great he says
I burst into tears.
I have nothing to share at church on Sunday.
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