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Rosalie “Okay Rachael, I am Rosalie, care to come this way and we can start?”

Rachael “Yes, uh, thank you.”

Rachael followed the slightly shorter woman towards the back of the shop, her eyes taking in the slow even gait of Rosalie and she noticed how her shoulders sagged a little, almost as if there was some invisible weight on the lady’s back and she knew instantly that Rosalie knew about her boy, and she wondered if she too would look like that, or would it pass for her, was Noah really that way? Maybe it was just that he was curious, maybe that was it, in which case maybe all this would pass but somehow. Seeing the way Rosalie moved, she knew that there was a lot more to all this than she had imagined. Fear took hold of her as she sat in the chair, staring at her own reflection and that of Rosalie’s in the full-faced mirror. Rosalie was asking her something, she saw the lips moving but the words were meaningless as the fear and panic rose up, shutting off her ears and closing her mind. Her face grew sombre and grey as she just stared, nodding a little trying to summon up some hidden source of courage but failing as Rosalie smiled at her, a smile that somehow made Rachael feel helpless, feel even a bit angry too.

Her heart was beating a thousand beats a second and the roar was filling her ears as she swallowed, struggling with the emotions that were running in and out of her mind. She wanted to just jump up and head home, to leave all this and ignore it; but, in her heart, deep in her own soul, she knew she couldn’t leave it, couldn’t ignore it and as the first spray of warm water hit her head, she knew that she had to say something, that she had to somehow find out the truth. Her eyes grew cloudy, the fear taking hold of her and her silence only was more repressive, more depressing as she felt Rosalie’s hands taking her hair in her hand, holding it out, asking just what it was that she had wanted.

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