Chelsea, handing Morgan the phone.
Morgan dialed her home number and waited for Grandma to answer.
“I’m so glad you called, honey,” said Grandma happily. “Your mom called a while ago and it looks like Crystal can get you in for your hair today. I’ll pick you up after school and take you over.”
“That’s great,” said Morgan. “See ya then.” She hung up and handed the phone back to Chelsea. Then, putting on a disappointed face, she said. “It looks like I can’t make it this afternoon.”
“Why not?” demanded Chelsea.
“I have an appointment. My grandma has to pick me up right after school.”
“But I thought you were going to help us redesign the elf outfits, Morgan,” said Chelsea.
“Yeah,” said Emily. “You’re really good at that.”
Morgan considered this. In a way it was both flattering and encouraging. “Well, could we do the fitting tomorrow instead?”
Chelsea frowned. “I guess …”
“I can’t,” said Carlie. “I promised Mom I’d watch the boys.”
“I’m out too,” said Amy. “I have to work.”
“Well, what if I came over after my appointment?” suggested Morgan. “Although it might be late … like around five or so.”
“That’s okay with me,” said Chelsea. “We can just hang until you get there.”
“Maybe we’ll even save some pizza for you,” teased Emily.
So it was settled. And Morgan thought maybe it was a good plan after all. She could show up with her cool new hair and surprise everyone at once. It was hard to concentrate on school during the afternoon. Morgan kept wondering what her new hair was going to look like. And what would it feel like? And what if something went wrong? Finally, during math, she realized that worrying wasn’t doing her one bit of good. So she shot up a quick prayer. It didn’t seem like too much to ask. God could help to make sure that her hair turned out okay.
“How are you feeling?” Morgan asked Grandma when she got into the car.
“Oh, so-so …”
“I hope it’s not wearing you out to take me to —”
“No, no … driving isn’t a problem at all. And Cleo said to just drop you off and you can walk over to the shopwhen you’re done and ride home with your mom.”
“No problem.”
“Good luck,” said Grandma as she pulled in front of Crystal’s salon. “I hope it’s all that you want it to be.”
Morgan crossed her fingers. Then she told Grandma that she’d already prayed about it. Then Grandma waved and drove away. Still, Morgan felt a little uneasy as she walked into the salon.
“Hey, Morgan,” said Crystal. “I hear you want a new do.”
Morgan nodded as she removed her coat. “Do you think it’ll look good?”
Crystal patted Morgan on the back. “You’re such a cutie that I think anything would look good on you.”
“I don’t want to see it,” said Morgan as she got into the chair. “Not until you’re all done.”
“Deal.”
chapter seven
Morgan’s eyes got big as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. “Is that really me?” she asked, feeling slightly horrified at the balloon of dark brown hair encircling her head. It was such a change after the beaded braids.
“Don’t worry,” said Crystal, “the curls should continue to relax.”
Morgan nodded, but didn’t feel convinced.
“Your mom already paid me, so you’re free to go.” Crystal handed her a bottle of something. “Put some of this on before you go to bed. Not too much. Read the directions.”
Morgan stuffed the bottle into her backpack and glanced at her watch. She suddenly remembered her promise to join her friends at Chelsea’s house. Now she wasn’t so sure. She wished she had a hat to put on, something to flatten out her really big hair. But she thanked Crystal and headed over to Mom’s shop.
“Oh, my,” said Mom when Morgan walked in. “You look so different, Morgan.” She came over to see it close up. “Do you like it?”
Morgan frowned. “I’m not sure. The curl is
Morgan dialed her home number and waited for Grandma to answer.
“I’m so glad you called, honey,” said Grandma happily. “Your mom called a while ago and it looks like Crystal can get you in for your hair today. I’ll pick you up after school and take you over.”
“That’s great,” said Morgan. “See ya then.” She hung up and handed the phone back to Chelsea. Then, putting on a disappointed face, she said. “It looks like I can’t make it this afternoon.”
“Why not?” demanded Chelsea.
“I have an appointment. My grandma has to pick me up right after school.”
“But I thought you were going to help us redesign the elf outfits, Morgan,” said Chelsea.
“Yeah,” said Emily. “You’re really good at that.”
Morgan considered this. In a way it was both flattering and encouraging. “Well, could we do the fitting tomorrow instead?”
Chelsea frowned. “I guess …”
“I can’t,” said Carlie. “I promised Mom I’d watch the boys.”
“I’m out too,” said Amy. “I have to work.”
“Well, what if I came over after my appointment?” suggested Morgan. “Although it might be late … like around five or so.”
“That’s okay with me,” said Chelsea. “We can just hang until you get there.”
“Maybe we’ll even save some pizza for you,” teased Emily.
So it was settled. And Morgan thought maybe it was a good plan after all. She could show up with her cool new hair and surprise everyone at once. It was hard to concentrate on school during the afternoon. Morgan kept wondering what her new hair was going to look like. And what would it feel like? And what if something went wrong? Finally, during math, she realized that worrying wasn’t doing her one bit of good. So she shot up a quick prayer. It didn’t seem like too much to ask. God could help to make sure that her hair turned out okay.
“How are you feeling?” Morgan asked Grandma when she got into the car.
“Oh, so-so …”
“I hope it’s not wearing you out to take me to —”
“No, no … driving isn’t a problem at all. And Cleo said to just drop you off and you can walk over to the shopwhen you’re done and ride home with your mom.”
“No problem.”
“Good luck,” said Grandma as she pulled in front of Crystal’s salon. “I hope it’s all that you want it to be.”
Morgan crossed her fingers. Then she told Grandma that she’d already prayed about it. Then Grandma waved and drove away. Still, Morgan felt a little uneasy as she walked into the salon.
“Hey, Morgan,” said Crystal. “I hear you want a new do.”
Morgan nodded as she removed her coat. “Do you think it’ll look good?”
Crystal patted Morgan on the back. “You’re such a cutie that I think anything would look good on you.”
“I don’t want to see it,” said Morgan as she got into the chair. “Not until you’re all done.”
“Deal.”
chapter seven
Morgan’s eyes got big as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. “Is that really me?” she asked, feeling slightly horrified at the balloon of dark brown hair encircling her head. It was such a change after the beaded braids.
“Don’t worry,” said Crystal, “the curls should continue to relax.”
Morgan nodded, but didn’t feel convinced.
“Your mom already paid me, so you’re free to go.” Crystal handed her a bottle of something. “Put some of this on before you go to bed. Not too much. Read the directions.”
Morgan stuffed the bottle into her backpack and glanced at her watch. She suddenly remembered her promise to join her friends at Chelsea’s house. Now she wasn’t so sure. She wished she had a hat to put on, something to flatten out her really big hair. But she thanked Crystal and headed over to Mom’s shop.
“Oh, my,” said Mom when Morgan walked in. “You look so different, Morgan.” She came over to see it close up. “Do you like it?”
Morgan frowned. “I’m not sure. The curl is
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