The Don Was Only a Smoke Screen
After returning home from a flight, I realize that my bottle of hair conditioner has run out in the bathroom.
The thing is, my husband, Carlos Zappa, doesn't use hair conditioner at all.
Seeing Carlos through the frosted glass, I decide to probe him for answers.
"Did any guests stay over lately? Or have you started doing hair care?"
Carlos flips through the documents, which are stamped with the Zappa family crest, impatiently at my questions.
"Maybe a maid accidentally toppled the bottle over when she was cleaning the bathroom. Also, why are you annoying me with such minuscule matters?"
When I put on the bathrobe, I feel a ticklish sensation coming from the collar. As soon as I look do
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