The little hair bunches, the last remaining hair on Anne’s head, were shining in an unnatural bright cherry red color. Sandy straightened the strands with a comb and fixed them with hair setting lotion, so that they would stand up in all their length. Then with scissors she shaped them into horns and thinned them somewhat all around with the razor.
“Now my dear, finally it’s ready."
Sandy removed the neck strip and the cape. While she was trying to brush off the little hairs from the neck, Anne was feeling her head all around. The bald scalp felt surprisingly warm and dry. It really was a fantastic sensation not to have any hair on the head. One moment, that wasn’t completely true; there were the two little red concrete hard horns, which really didn’t feel as if they were made up of hair.
Anne laughed and was radiating with happiness all over her face, and now couldn’t avoid any more thanking her mother. “Mom this is so hot, it’s simply just hot. Come, I want to hug you." Mother and daughter were embracing and rubbing each other’s bald heads.
“May I take a picture?" asked Sandy. “We need to include these haircuts in our catalogue, mainly for mothers who are annoyed with their daughters’ long hair." Anne and her mother seemed to have entered a laughing match; and their picture really was displayed in the salon.
Anne is meeting her father only rarely now, with this memorable haircut, apparently her having shaved her head embarrassed him. Instead her relation to her mother got very close; it’s no wonder, they were shaving each other’s heads daily. And both were glad that there weren’t any more disgusting hairs in their home, which clogged the drains and gathered as lint on the carpets.
