Room 1512, Elderberry Gardens, Wollfree Road is the location. Vaana is the city. Our subject: Bambi Brown. In her mid-thirties and more than well-to-do, Bambi has found herself in the middle of a 'situation'. The narration of the event is as follows:
Bambi [thirty-one and single] stood in front of her bathroom mirror in a black silk robe with one had one her hip and a comb in her hand. She had forgotten to tie a silk scarf round her head before going to bed again. Now her hair had turned into a dry mess of black straw overnight. She missed her luscious puff already.
With a scowl she inched her weapon closer, slowly, in case the monster on her head suddenly decided to spring to live and take a chunk out of her arm. She called it a weapon but really it was just a plastic mold of three prongs she hoped wouldn't catch on the tangles in her hair.
It took only one tug for her to give up, the pain shooting down her scalp wiping the sour expression off her face.
"I've gotten soft," she sighed, remembering her days back in The Trigger. One strong-armed hairdresser, one ready client, a salon filled with plastic chairs and a mirror nailed to the wall. Every appointment played out like an action thriller. How many combs had been sent to their early grave in an attempt to detangle her hair? How many tears had been shed?
There was no way she could deal with this alone.
"Cherry!" Bambi threw the comb to the ground and stormed out of the bathroom. "We have a situation!"