notice it missing. Oh, stuff it. Of all people on the planet, he is the most deserving candidate for a visible unexplained bald patch. Quickly, I cut a large tuft of hair from the front of his head, put it in my compact mirror case and pull out my mobile. Mel answers on the first ring.
‘I’ve got it. Meet me at the front in two minutes,’ I say, my heart pounding as though I have just fought for my life, which in a way, is exactly what’s just happened.
* * *
Mel is standing next to her car, arguing with the valet attendant as I race through the rotating doors.
‘Ma’am, you can’t park here. We’ve been through this already. You need to move on,’ he says.
‘I’m waiting for my friend. It’s not safe for me to wait anywhere else,’ Mel snaps back.
‘It’s alright, I’m here now,’ I say. ‘Let’s go.’
‘No, it’s the principle,’ says Mel. ‘If I drove a Beamer or a Merc, I’d be allowed to park here. But because it’s a Daewoo, it’s not good enough.’
‘It doesn’t matter,’ I say bluntly. ‘Let’s go.’ I motion for Mel to get in the car quickly.
‘I’m going to write a letter to your boss,’ Mel says, backing into the driver’s seat of her car. ‘You haven’t heard the last of this.’
The attendant pokes his head near the window. ‘Listen, I’ve got no hassle with you girls. I know you all need to earn a living. God knows we’ve plenty of hookers working from here, but most of them are more discreet. I can see you two aren’t in the higher end of the market, so best try your luck in the casino itself, okay? But that means you use the multi-level car park.’
‘What?’ Mel screeches. ‘You think we’re hookers?’
‘Mel, let’s go,’ I urge, looking over my shoulder to the foyer, half-expecting to see Hunter staggering out followed by an entourage of security guards. The adrenaline sprinting around my body is pushing me to the edge of tears.
‘He thinks we’re hookers, Lou!’
‘Just drive the bloody car, will you?’ I say and then whisper, ‘He’s unconscious on the floor of his room. I don’t want to still be here when he wakes up.’
Mel eyes widen. She gasps and starts her engine.
‘Right, will do. Thanks for the tip,’ she says to the valet attendant as she floors the accelerator and speeds out of the concourse, narrowly missing a bright yellow Lamborghini.
‘What the hell happened?’ Mel asks.
I fill her in on the events of the night.
‘Arsehole, rat-bastard.’
‘That word has been thrown around a lot tonight, believe me.’
‘You got the hair though, right?’
‘Sure did!’ I say, showing her my cache.
‘Shit! Did you leave him any?’ She laughs.
‘He’s got a big head and plenty of hair on it, he won’t miss it. So, what’s the hair for?’
‘Plan B. I found a spell…’
‘A spell? An actual witch’s spell? Hubble, bubble, Harry Potter stuff?’
‘Yes.’
Hysterical laughter pours out of me, whether it’s from relief at our escape or fear of what’s just happened, who knows.
‘Anyway,’ Mel continues, ‘it’s a spell I found on the internet…’
‘On the internet?’
My nervous hysteria hits high C.
‘You can buy spells on the internet, you know. It’s from a credible witch.’
The gift of speech is no longer with me. My face is paralysed and my voice has completely gone as I attempt to draw in breath to sustain life.
‘As I was saying, Majique is a reputable witch and her spell can delete a memory from another person.’
I slap the dashboard repeatedly, still caught in my panic-induced hysteria, but incapable of making any sound, just one of those silent hysterical attacks of laughter. My stomach is aching with cramps.
Mel keeps quiet until my composure has once again been regained.
‘Sorry, Mel. That’s so brilliant. Just when I thought it was over and Hunter would wake up tomorrow with the beginnings of a burgeoning brain tumour and race to his phone to ring Aiden and Cressida, you
‘I’ve got it. Meet me at the front in two minutes,’ I say, my heart pounding as though I have just fought for my life, which in a way, is exactly what’s just happened.
* * *
Mel is standing next to her car, arguing with the valet attendant as I race through the rotating doors.
‘Ma’am, you can’t park here. We’ve been through this already. You need to move on,’ he says.
‘I’m waiting for my friend. It’s not safe for me to wait anywhere else,’ Mel snaps back.
‘It’s alright, I’m here now,’ I say. ‘Let’s go.’
‘No, it’s the principle,’ says Mel. ‘If I drove a Beamer or a Merc, I’d be allowed to park here. But because it’s a Daewoo, it’s not good enough.’
‘It doesn’t matter,’ I say bluntly. ‘Let’s go.’ I motion for Mel to get in the car quickly.
‘I’m going to write a letter to your boss,’ Mel says, backing into the driver’s seat of her car. ‘You haven’t heard the last of this.’
The attendant pokes his head near the window. ‘Listen, I’ve got no hassle with you girls. I know you all need to earn a living. God knows we’ve plenty of hookers working from here, but most of them are more discreet. I can see you two aren’t in the higher end of the market, so best try your luck in the casino itself, okay? But that means you use the multi-level car park.’
‘What?’ Mel screeches. ‘You think we’re hookers?’
‘Mel, let’s go,’ I urge, looking over my shoulder to the foyer, half-expecting to see Hunter staggering out followed by an entourage of security guards. The adrenaline sprinting around my body is pushing me to the edge of tears.
‘He thinks we’re hookers, Lou!’
‘Just drive the bloody car, will you?’ I say and then whisper, ‘He’s unconscious on the floor of his room. I don’t want to still be here when he wakes up.’
Mel eyes widen. She gasps and starts her engine.
‘Right, will do. Thanks for the tip,’ she says to the valet attendant as she floors the accelerator and speeds out of the concourse, narrowly missing a bright yellow Lamborghini.
‘What the hell happened?’ Mel asks.
I fill her in on the events of the night.
‘Arsehole, rat-bastard.’
‘That word has been thrown around a lot tonight, believe me.’
‘You got the hair though, right?’
‘Sure did!’ I say, showing her my cache.
‘Shit! Did you leave him any?’ She laughs.
‘He’s got a big head and plenty of hair on it, he won’t miss it. So, what’s the hair for?’
‘Plan B. I found a spell…’
‘A spell? An actual witch’s spell? Hubble, bubble, Harry Potter stuff?’
‘Yes.’
Hysterical laughter pours out of me, whether it’s from relief at our escape or fear of what’s just happened, who knows.
‘Anyway,’ Mel continues, ‘it’s a spell I found on the internet…’
‘On the internet?’
My nervous hysteria hits high C.
‘You can buy spells on the internet, you know. It’s from a credible witch.’
The gift of speech is no longer with me. My face is paralysed and my voice has completely gone as I attempt to draw in breath to sustain life.
‘As I was saying, Majique is a reputable witch and her spell can delete a memory from another person.’
I slap the dashboard repeatedly, still caught in my panic-induced hysteria, but incapable of making any sound, just one of those silent hysterical attacks of laughter. My stomach is aching with cramps.
Mel keeps quiet until my composure has once again been regained.
‘Sorry, Mel. That’s so brilliant. Just when I thought it was over and Hunter would wake up tomorrow with the beginnings of a burgeoning brain tumour and race to his phone to ring Aiden and Cressida, you
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