“Actually, I’m moving here.Permanently.”
“No kidding,” she murmured.“That girl have anything to do with that?”
I smiled.“Yes.”
“Her father too?”
“Uh huh.”
She shook her head.“That Muddy.”
“That Muddy what?”
“She told me and Lucy the day you got here that you weren’t going back to New York.”
“That’s not that out of the norm for Muddy.”I snorted.“She just knows things.”
“Well, it wasn’t just that she said you weren’t going back to New York.She said she had an inkling that you and Archer would hit it off.And by golly, she was right.Again.”
I frowned.I knew Muddy was witchy, and she just had a knowing about certain things.But Archer and I hadn’t met until recently.How had she known?
Thirty minutes later, Lenni hopped out of the chair, hair now brushing just below her shoulders.
“Well?What do you think?”she asked me.
“I think you look like you could pass for a sixth grader,” I teased.
She laughed.“Yeah?And do sixth graders have their ears pierced?”
“Nice try.”I turned to Ginny.“It looks great.Thanks.Let me settle up with you.”
After we paid, I pushed the salon door open.Cold air greeted us.
Lenni hunched lower in her coat as we made our way to the truck.By the time I climbed into the driver’s side, Lenni was already buckling her seat belt.
“Okay, what now?”she asked.
“Poet wants to be bothered,” I stated.“So I’m thinking we hit the bookstore real fast and then I need to run an errand.”
“What kind of errand?”
“The DMV.”
“What’s the DMV?”
“Hell.It’s Hell,” I quipped.“And I’m dragging you along so you can entertain me.Think of it as your punishment for the hair thing.”
“Can we get milkshakes at Hawthorne’s on the way back?”
“Um, no.You want me to reward bad behavior?”
“Please?I promise I won’t do anything like this again.”
I sighed.“Does anyone say no to you?”
“No.”
“Yeah, I didn’t think so.”
