Anne was surprisingly quiet, although she was still wearing her “Adolescent Face", as her mother had named this sulky face with blinking eyes; but she wasn’t offering any resistance. Maybe because she felt that she was in good hands with Sandy, and had understood that her long hair couldn’t be saved anymore.
All around the chair Anne’s hair was falling, Sandy uncovered Anne’s ears and cut over them in layers. She cut the bangs frayed at just a little bit above her eyebrows. Then she layered the hair at the neck and went with the hand through the almost finished haircut. Finally she cleaned up her neck with the clippers. Anne twitched somewhat when the clipper blades touched her skin, but didn’t say anything. Sandy felt that she probably liked it.
“Well, Anne, was it so terrible?"
Her nice long hair had been cut off, but the layered haircut she had now, looked really well. It reminded her of Demi Moore in the “Ghost" movie and she could not avoid smiling a little, when she shook her head.
Sandy was about to loosen the neck strip, so she could brush off the small hairs at Anne’s neck, when Mrs. Long suddenly was standing at their side.
“Eh ..."
Yes, Mrs. Long?"
“That’s not short enough."
“Not short enough?"
