Chapter 73 The Hot List::1

• I was at our neighborhood Wal-Mart doing what I hated most, waiting. My wife was in the salon having her hair done. The same woman had been doing her hair for fifteen years, and when she moved Pam followed. I had looked at the lawn and garden, the clothes, and sporting goods areas, and was running out of things to hold my interest. I walked by the salon, she was getting the finishing touches done.
• She saw me and mouthed "20 minutes". I nodded and pointed towards the door, indicating I would wait outside.
• I passed the greeter, you know the old guy who welcomes people and checks reciepts, when I heard someone say: