Trip to the salon

With clothes now sorted out, now came the other big hurdle - hair. Caroline knew her mother needed something far more mature, befitting of a grandmother.

"This is the place." Caroline explained and watched Carol look it over. Not that far from their home, it was the perfect place to get your hair done and be in time to see your kids come home.

"It looks so nice." Carol answered as they stepped inside. Warm colors covered the walls, while the floor had been done up in white tiles. A desk with a woman in front of served to draw people in, while chairs lined the left and right walls.

"My mother is here for her appointment. Could we do what we talked about on the phone?" Caroline announced and Carol stepped forward. Whatever it was that they talked about, she was all for it.