SIXTY NINE

KAREN

“Karen, are you okay? You said you would come back after meeting your friend, but you didn’t come to the salon. Is everything okay?” she asked in a concerned voice.

“Yes, I had trouble. You know, I was coming from the restaurant, but my bag was snatched with my phone, so I went to Devon. I wasn’t able to come,” I replied to her.

“What, really? Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” she asked while sitting towards me, checking on me.

“Yes, I am okay. He didn’t hurt me, although he had a knife in his hand. He was showing me the knife,” I replied to her.

After some time, it was afternoon when the weather became cloudy outside. Some girls had come into the salon.

“Linda, greet them. Hello, how can I help you?” I asked.

“Actually, we need makeup. Can you do that in half an hour?” one of the girls asked.

“Yes,