The perils of a small-town hairdresser and single mom, as seen in a first from Flannigan.
Jolene Hadley Corbett knows something is going to happen when her own hair won’t cooperate. It’s a frowzy mess today—and that’s a bad sign. All the Hadleys believe in signs, unlike the materialistic O’Malleys, who always seemed to get the jump on everyone else in Verbena, North Carolina, when it came to making money. The two families have been enmeshed in a petty feud for decades, even though their patriarch, Howdy O’Malley, redeemed himself somewhat by being so nice to Jolie’s young son Dylan, letting the boy do odd jobs at South Winds, the motel he owns across the street from her beauty parlor. But the other members of the grasping clan are so mean they didn’t even show up for the old man’s funeral . . . except for Ryman O’Malley, Jolie’s teenage crush. Well, well, well—he’s gotten a lot taller and filled out nicely, become a private pilot and generally made a success of his life (except for his sullen, 17-year-old daughter Sugar Anne). And what, Jolie inquires, are his plans for the South Winds motel, a local institution renowned for its retro charm and All-Day Breakfast Buffet? Ryman replies that he’s going to tear it down. But it does make money, she points out. Don’t the O’Malleys love and worship the almighty dollar above all else? Well, not Ryman. He’s actually tearing the quaint old structure down to prevent his mercenary relations from moving in—or something like that. In the meantime, he’d love to take Jolie for the ride of her life in an ancient convertible called the Starliner that they resurrect from her granny’s auto wrecking yard. Then Sugar Anne decides to chain herself to the fence in front of the South Winds to keep the bulldozers at bay—and all hell breaks loose.
Friendly, funny little romance, despite its category contrivances.