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    The Promise

    Van: This doesnt change anything…hurry up so I can drop you two off.

    Van went to the receptionist to pay as Shane crept up behind Dash and placed her hand and cast on her shoulders.

    Shane: Hey…Im for real…you did a kick ***** job…I think we might have something here…

    Dash: Something? …like what?

    Shane: Like you listening to my every move and cutting for me….you can be my hands ….itll take a lot longer but it turned out just like I saw it in my head.

    Dash: And classes?

    Shane: Mmm…Ill just work later in the day….we can do one appointment early and the rest after.

    @}~~~~~

    Madison: My names Madison….so…uhm…yeah, Shanes assistant did a nice job.

    Van: you think?

    Van played shy and cast that trademark McCutcheon smile.

    Van: So whats the damage? How much do I owe?

    Madison: Four twenty-six.

    Van: You sure thats it?

    Madison: Yep thats it…but usually you tip the stylist directly.

    Van pulled out a twenty dollar bill and reached out to the woman. Madisons eyes went wide and she blushed.

    Madison: Uhm…Im gonna need a little more than that!

    Van: Huh?

    Madison: Its four hundred and twenty-six dollars….plus tip.

    Van stood holding the twenty-dollar bill. His hand clenched and tightened around the worn leather of his old wallet that was held together with rubber bands. The color drained from his face and he stood staring through Madison.

    Dash skipped over and stopped when she saw Vans frozen and panic stricken face. She looked at his immobile body as it clutched his wallet in one hand and the twenty-dollar bill in the other.

    Dash: Uhm…Shane said to tell you something about a priority.

    Madison slowly turned to Dash, although her eyes lingered on the statue before her.

    Madison: Uhm…You mean she has a priority coming in or he is one of them?

    Dash shrugged. Madison reached to the edge of her desk and pulled down the slip of paper that hung there.

    Madison: Uhm are you …Father Joe, Dash, or Van?…thats the only men on here…

    The woman looked up at Van as he eyeballed her.

    Dash: Hes Van…and uhm..Im Dash..

    Madison: Oh sorry..its an interesting name….well… I guess the cut is on the house.

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