MISS
by Yvonne Chism-Peace
After the little girl became a big girl, she began to spend every other
Saturday at the hairdressing parlour. That is what her mother called it, not
beauty salon like the white housewives on television. Miss Muriel did hair in
a large converted living room with breezy French doors that led to a narrow
enclosed front porch, windows half concealed with pots of tall snake plants and
a monstrous species of rhododendron. ...more>> |