“Well then go ahead Sandy, it’s getting late, cut the wool off, I still want to buy a riveted collar, platform boots with mesh pantyhose, and the shops will close soon. With these rags – she raised the cape somewhat, so that Sandy could see her summer dress – I can’t go on the street with the new haircut."
“Will do, brave girl," Sandy saluted, and then pushed the clipper without any attachment through Anne’s hair, from neck to crown. Track after track she buzzed off her hair and Anne was glad that Sandy wasn’t being squeamish over it. She pushed the clipper blades firmly into her hair from front to back. Her head was feeling lighter and lighter, and all the wool coming off was almost a delight. Sandy had just separated two little pig tails on the top of her head, about four inches from her former hairline, with two rubber bands, the rest of her hair she shaved completely off.
Sandy put on a pair of disposable gloves and spayed some red dye foam into the palm of her glove.
“Well, we won’t need more than this for that pitiful hair remnant. I think it’s swell that you mother‘s going to allow you to keep a small reminder of hair, that gives it that extra something." She opened the mini pig tails and rubbed the foam into the few hair strands, which were already showing a tendency to stand up.
The she made up some lather in a shaving mug, and applied it with a thick brush on Anne’s head. The feeling was delightful, nicely cool and relaxing on the scalp. When Sandy opened the straight razor, a cold shower went over Anne’s back.
