Pretty Women: Chapter 3.3

Jolene had to sit downstairs for the main auditorium was filled with the mournfully adorned wealthy.

As she squeezed past the downcast to one of the few seats available, she noticed Marie sitting near the screen where the service would be broadcast to the lower level. She was wearing a replica of a new updo like the glamorous wore on her waiting room magazines. Marie gaped at the empty screen intently as was her habit when she mixed the colors for Glynnis' level 6 with #10 highlights.

Jolene wrinkled the program in her hands, Glynnis smiled and frowned intermittently from between the creases of the pamphlet.

The last chair was taken by a tall man with a blue-striped, short-sleeved shirt. Jolene scowled for his greasy, black haired head would block her view of the service. He turned around to check the clock; a toothpick hung from his lips.