which serves me well on most occasions (not if it’s something to do with death or illness, though—I know that now).
Back in the same chair, my shorter, colored hair combed out, Laura returned with her sharp scissors.
You can’t see the color properly when it’s wet,” she said. “Just you wait!”
In the end, the cutting only took ten minutes or so. I admired her dexterity and the confidence with which she undertook the task.
The drying took much longer, with considerable and elaborate hairbrush action.
I read my magazine, electing, at her prompting, not to look up until the styling was finished.
The dryer was switched off, chemicals were sprayed, lengths and angles were examined and a few additional snips undertaken here and there.
I heard Laura’s laugh of delight. “Look, Eleanor!” she said. I raised my head from Marie Claire’s in-depth report into female genital mutilation.
My reflection showed a much younger woman, a confident woman with glossy hair that brushed her shoulders
and a fringe that swept across her face and sat just over her scarred cheek.
Me? I turned to the right and then to the left. I looked in the hand mirror Laura was holding behind my head
so that I could see the back, smooth and sleek. I swallowed hard.
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