Maria Hill watched the cute, tiny manicurist as she chatted with a client in her sing-song accent. Knowing the area rather well, it was obvious that the girl ("Jian" from her name tag) was just off the boat. Her English was appaling.
"They're ready fer y'all, darlin'..." said the receptionist, a vaguely familiar looking woman whose big, blond hair and huge boobs made her look like a professional Dolly Parton impersonator. With her bright makeup and deep-south accent, Susian Storms identity
was well hidden. "...jus' take a seat an' we'll have yuh all fixed-up in a jiffy."
Maria glanced aside again, looking at the girl. She was filing her long red nails, humming "9 to 5" and smoking a cigarette. She...she couldn't be who she thought she was. The resemblence must be a coincidence...
As Maria walked through to the back room, one of the girls whispered "The accent and new look's good, but we better do something to her face...just in case. I'd swear that the Hill woman recognised her. Also, her name needs to change."
Susie was summoned to the back as well, and 15 minutes later, she returned...her crimson lips a thick, pouty pillow and her heavily made-up, half-lidded eyes looking sultry and indolant. Her bottom was padded and very plump, and her body language was all
sways and jiggles. Looking, acting and thinking nothing like the old Susan Storm, the new "Dolly Dixie" sat down and started working on her nails again. She loved working at "New U", but it was holding up her career as a country music singer. In a vague way,
she thought about...her husband? Her kids? Dolly could remember little of the man she was married too, but her kids - little Frankie and Val - were very clear. She wanted to get them back with their momma real quick. Nobody noticed as the girl shouldered her
purse, and walked out the door...in search of her children.
Meanwhile, Maria Hill...