Every other Tuesday at Ten O’clock Kelly had a standing appointment with her best customer, Mr. Fate a white-haired older gentleman with white hair. When he talked, which wasn’t often, he was the epitome of refinement. He spoke with a German accent and once he admitted he had grown up in Austria. Kelly loved to chat with her customers, but with Mr. Fate, she took on a different demeanor, concentrating on the precision of her job as a coiffure in near silence. She loved the artistry of her profession, and she was good at it. That’s not to say she was slow, she wasn’t. She didn’t waste movement and prided herself that she could give a perfect haircut in less time than anyone else in her shop. Mr. Fate obviously appreciated her talent. He was her biggest tipper.
Today was different. Mr. Fate had brought along a friend he introduced as Mr. Destiny and had made an appointment for him as well. He was an older gentleman as well with salt and pepper graying hair. He was a lot like his friend, only Mr. Destiny had a distinctly British accent.
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