When the evening was fully formed, at 7.45 p.m precisely, Louisa, sitting on the high stool in front of the archaic mirror, started with her hair treatment. Supper was going to be a whole lot different today.
"Ms. Hazel, um, I think you are doing it all wrong."
"You mean my hair?"
"Yes, um, I should be the one to help you with —"
"No, my Love," said Louisa suddenly. The fat grin on her face told of how she was in such a mood, tonight. There was no denying it; Mrs. Phellipe's final word to her on those fields was the reason she was that excited. She could not contain her joy— they knew no bounds. "Can you tell that I am particularly happy tonight? — I am sure you can, my dear. I can already sense a lot of positive energy all around the house. Something brilliant is going to take shape tonight," Louisa said and then returned to humming to whatever song it was her shoulders were dancing to.
