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Marilyn Kaye: Ice Cold (Replica #10)





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Watching from her window, Amy Candler saw her best friend and neighbor, Tasha Morgan, coming out of the house next door. Amy flew downstairs and had her own front door open even before Tasha could ring or knock.

"Did you bring the magazines?"

Tasha patted the tote bag hanging from her shoulder. "Got them right here." She followed Amy into the kitchen and dumped the contents of the tote bag onto the breakfast table. Immediately Amy started poring over one of the fashion magazines.

"Ooh," she murmured. "Look at her." She indicated a photo, and Tasha looked but shook her head.

"Don't expect miracles, Amy," she said. "You'll never be able to make your hair curl like that."

"I know, I know," Amy said. "I'm just having some fantasies." She turned a few pages and admired another picture. "What about this one?"

Tasha made a face. "Oh, Amy, bangs are so last year."

Tasha's criticisms didn't sting at all. Amy was in a good mood that morning, and nothing could bother her. "I can't believe I'm actually getting my hair cut, finally!"

"What I can't believe is that you're letting your mother do the cutting," Tasha commented.

Amy shrugged. "It's not like I've got any choice. It's either Mom's Salon or my hair stays like this forever." She pulled off the towel that was wrapped like a turban around her head. Her wet, straight brown hair, freshly washed, fell limply below her shoulders.

"Your hair's not that bad," Tasha said. "But it does make you look about twelve years old."

"I am twelve years old," Amy pointed out. "And so are you."

"But you don't want to look it, do you?"

Amy couldn't argue with that. She continued to flip through pages. "What do you think of this style?"

Tasha looked. "Cute," she remarked. "And it says here that layers make you look more sophisticated."

Joining them in the kitchen, Nancy Candler was clearly alarmed at what she'd just heard. "Layers! I can't layer your hair, Amy, that's much too complicated. It's not like I graduated from beauty school."

"How did you learn how to cut hair, Ms. Candler?" Tasha asked.

"I watched a video," Nancy said. She glanced at the open fashion magazine on the table and bit her lower lip. "Oh dear . . . Amy, I can't do anything like that. How about a nice simple bob?"

"That's fine, Mom," Amy assured her. She could tell that her mother was nervous, and she didn't want her to chicken out. A simple bob might not be unique, but it was reasonably stylish and a whole lot better than the long hair she had now.

Tasha had an idea. "Could you angle it so the sides are longer, Ms. Candler? And maybe you could just make one or two layers Ч "