The Haircut
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“Stanley, what have you done?” Nancy stared at herself in the mirror. It was supposed to be only a trim. She wouldn’t even notice it, he told her, now, now…
She sat down with a thud. She wasn’t going to cry, she wasn’t going to cry. Oh, blast it, tears splashed down her cheeks.
“Oh, don’t cry. You look… wonderful, Fancy Nancy,” but even Stanley’s natural exuberance was dimmed.
“I look like a chicken,” her voice muffled through her hands. Her beautiful long hair, the red hair Ted mentioned when he asked her out, the locks he played with on their first date, gone, “I can’t go out like this, Stanley. You have to fix it.”
He bit his bottom lip, tilting his head. Then walked around her, examining it from a different angle. “Once it grows out, it’ll be curly.” There wasn’t enough to curl right now.
Once it grows out? “I’m seeing him tonight. What am I supposed to do?”
“What about a hat? You’ll look like a movie star.” He clasped his hands together.
A hat, that could do it. “We’re going to a concert.” A local band playing at the college pub. “It can’t be one of your Scarlett O’Hara numbers.” Stanley had a flare for the dramatic.
“You wearing the black top?” Stanley rummaged through his dorm closet, looking in boxes.
“Yeah.” What was he thinking of now?
“Tah dah!” Her friend leapt out, a black poor boy cap in his hands. He plopped it on her head, pulling out some of her red hair to frame it. “Perfect.”
It was, surprisingly. “As long as I wear the hat.” How would she manage that? Ted would want to…
“As long as you wear the hat,” Stanley agreed.
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Read more about a much hairier Nancy, Anne’s business partner, in Breach Of Trust, available May 2008.
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