Great news: the beautician is back!
She peered around cautiously as she entered Le Château, as one would if forced to enter an abandoned asylum where a chainsaw massacre had taken place. “Is Lewis around?” she asked. (Yes, she pronounces his name “Lewis”, but I don’t expect he will care about this at all. Plus he has been called much worse things by Cat Daddy.) I replied that he was outside, but that he would probably come and say hello soon.
At this point she said either “Oh good” or “Oh God”. I’m pretty sure it must have been the former.
Anyway, one eyebrow was successfully threaded without mishap. When she started on the other one we heard the ominous sound of pitter-pattering, then screaming. The beautician then lost her grip on the thread because she was laughing so much.
Little sod jumped up onto the bed and stared at her, then decided that he would settle down, eyes wide, and stay for a chat.
“How are you?”
“Oh, that’s good.”
“Yes, I’m fine too.”
And, curiously, after that little exchange, any suspicion (on his part) and abject terror (on her part) swiftly dissolved, and the two of them became friends. That was it. No more screaming. And they even had a little cuddle after the treatment.
“You know me now, don’t you, Lewis?” the beautician said, as she left. “So you’ll be a good boy from now on?”
I think Catorze’s last “Mwah” meant “Je ne sais pas: I’ll get back to you on that one.”