It was later that day that Susan decided her daughter was fit enough, under her supervision, to visit the salon and have lunch out in public.
Jon found himself poked, prodded, cut, tweezed, ripped, etc by a group of women, after which Susan took her to an open cafe, where she wouldn't even let him order his own food. It was like he was her doll, or something. But he didn't really see himself as having a choice.
He was toying with his lunch when suddenly a shrill female voice interrupted his thoughts. "You killed him!!" The voice said, angrily.
