Carol calls the salon.

What better way to get Erica looking pretty than to set her up working at a salon, plus, since it was the salon that Carol frequents, she can keep an eye on her during her weekly appointment. The phone rang for a few seconds before it was picked up.

"Rosie's Salon, how can I help you?" the voice on the other end asked.

"Eleanor? It's Carol." Carol said.

"Carol! How are you? Looking to reschedule this week's appointment?" Eleanor asked.

"Oh, nothing of the sort. We're still on for Friday. I was actually calling to see if you were still hiring."

"You're looking for a job?"

"Not for me, for... actually, you know Marie, right? Apparently she sublet her house while her and Bob are away for the year and their tenant is looking for one."

"Subletting... she never mentioned anything about that to me."

"Same here. But I want to keep an eye on this tenant, her name is Erica. Do you mind if I send her your way?"

"Not at all, I was hoping to hire a shampoo girl at some point, ever since Sally went and got pregnant. Due date is next week."

"Oh, good for her. Steve and I are still trying." Carol said. "Oh, and I was wondering, when she comes in for the interview, I was wondering if you could fit her in for an appointment. The full works, she looks like she hasn't seen a salon in ages."

"For you? Of course. Tell her to come in tomorrow around noon." Eleanor said.

"Thank you so much. Talk to you soon." Carol said, hanging up the phone.

Carol's plan was coming to fruition, while you made note of hardware stores that listed in the paper, making a few phone calls to see if they had the equipment you required. As was becoming quite common, as you got engrossed in your work, the doorbell rang. You strolled over to the door and checked the peephole, finding: