Sleeping with the enemy [antikvár]

1''"'he day before Martin Bumey lost his wife X Sara, he watched her walk away from him, her long hair lifted at the edges by wind from the Atlantic. A beauty-shop door shut behind her, flashing sun. Martin's eyes were as brown and cold as leftover coffee.Ocean wind rattled a paper sign on the Beauty Comer window as Martin drove away: men welcome. Sara said, "Sara Bumey," to a woman behind a counter and looked around the new shop; it hadn't been there the summer before.emoclewnem the shop sign read from inside, backward; the shop's green floor was scattered with sheared-off hair. Sara walked to shampoo sinks in the wake of the beauty operator whose name tag said, "Carmen.""Maybe just a little rinse," Carmen said, and put a green plastic cape around Sara's shoulders. Sara leaned back in the shampoo chair and took a deep breath. She could stay there for an hour and a half.Water mshed behind Sara's ears and down the drain, hissing like waves on sand. She shut her eyes."Brings out highlights," Carmen said. She mbbed in shampoo and took a good look at Sara Bumey, who had dark circles under her eyes and was so thin she was bony; she wasn't dressed for summer in her jeans and long-sleeved shirt. The back of one of her hands was bruised purple.A middle-aged woman in the next shampoo chair laughed.ii i