Hadley was just about at the picnic table when she heard a blood-curdling scream from inside the camper. She flung open the door.
"Good heavens!" she gasped.
Lou Edna was sitting in the center of the small camper's floor crying.
"Look at my beautiful locks," she blubbered. "What am I going to do?"
"Well," Hadley said, "May I suggest sheep shearing?"
"A razor will never touch these curls!" Lou Edna said, indignantly.
"Why not?" Hadley said. "I don't see any. Curls, I mean. All I see is pink steel wool – fried, dried, and petrified."
"Oh, Haaaadley."
"I'm going back to the library. Wanna come?" Hadley asked.
"You can't be serious. I've got to fix this mess, or I'll never be able to show my face in public again. And what will Elwin say?"
"Just don't blow up the camper, Mad Scientist," Hadley said.
She spotted the old magazine on the picnic table.
"Have you read this gossip magazine you found, Lou?"
"Seriously? I don't have time for that thing," Lou Edna said. "I'm on a rescue mission to rectify and beautify! You take it. I don't want it."
"Okay. I'll take it with me. I'll see you later."
When she cranked the car, Hadley couldn't help but snicker all the way out of the campground. She wasn't too sure, but it seemed to her the only remedy for Lou Edna's pink mess might be a razor. Maybe Lou could give fortunes on the side with her new turban-look until her hair grew back.
There wasn't a soul on the road. She met no one the whole drive in.
This place must be about as busy as a catacomb.
She shook her head. It wasn't a pleasant thought.
She started to turn and go over the railroad track, but on a whim, she took a left and rolled over the trestle toward Hellfire.
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Nobody Says It's Easy
Mystery / ThrillerA reluctant mountain housewife joins ghost hunters. Hadley Pell lives in a small town in the Southern Appalachians with her feline friend, Onus. She and her boyfriend, musician and instrument maker, Hobie Stricker, are on the outs. She's also on th...
