I looked over the tall man in the trenchcoat. "My," I said, and it held a faint note of criticism.

Maudie, still with curlers in her hair, leaned over. "Dear," she said warningly.

Thomas took the man's-Harry's-elbow and steered him into the office of the salon.

I glanced over at Maudie. "Sorry, but I certainly didn't expect that."

She didn't quite roll her eyes, but it was close. "Do you expect Thomas to be so shallow?"

I felt my ears go red.

"It's okay, dear," she said, patting my arm. "I didn't expect Thomas's tastes to be like that either."