Chapter 4: Vintage Look
As Nancy entered the salon, she heard barking from the other side of some sort of door.
"I'll bet Mr. Mingles is behind this door." Nancy looked for a switch but couldn't find one, "I should figure out how to open this. It must be one of Hippocrates contraptions."
Writing on the door said that the pillar was the key. As she walked over to the nearest pillar she couldn't help but overhear the two ladies talking next to her.
"I love this whole vintage thing the Redondo been using, don't you?"
"Yes, the vintage look is very in right now."
"Really? I guess that means I'm very in right now."
"No, you're supposed to laugh. It's a joke"
"No, it's not, sweetie."
"I wonder why they haven't gotten rid of the carpentry in here, it looks so old."
"Get with it. Old is the new new. Antiques are very sleek. Your lack of couth is showing."
"Actually, the Redondo used to be a private mansion. The carpentry looks old because it is old. In other words the Redondo isn't trendy, it's simply cheap. I'd take back that couth remark."
"You know, maybe those colored lights are coming on by accident. Maybe there's a short circuit somewhere."
"Maybe that dreadful little dog is chewing on the wiring."
"More likely its dreadful owner is chewing on the wiring."
"Good one. High five dear."
"Alright!" Nancy had meanwhile been using the paper she got from the pillar to activate the colored lights located around the salon, which opened the door in which Mr. Mingles was trapped behind. Just then Mrs. Montague arrived.
"When I got out of the tub and saw that disgusting green gooey mess you left behind I assumed you were incompetent so I came looking for him. I'm a firm believer that if you want something done right you must do it yourself."
"And you left the mess for me to pick up, right?" Nancy asked.
"I would have" she replied, But Helfdan came in and when he saw the goo he took it down to his lab."
"Where is his lab?"
"In the basement. Brava for you by the way"
Nancy was puzzled. "Why"
"I assume you want a consultation on that dress of yours. It's…well." Mrs. Montague turned and left.
As Nancy headed downstairs she thought, "I like this dress. It's very 1930ish."