“She’ll still need a comb. And also … Anne’s hair grows so fast, that it would have to be cut again in a few weeks. No, I want you to cut my daughter’s hair shorter."
“Mom, no!" Anne was openly opposing her for the first time.
“If I have to cut it shorter, I’ll have to use the clippers."
“Yes, that’s what I was figuring for my daughter, a radically short clipper cut, it would suit her well."
“Mom, no you can’t do that!"
Anne’s eyes were wide open from shock, she was about to jump off the styling chair and run away.
“Mmm, I’d like to make a suggestion." Sandy said while scratching her chin.
“We leave your daughter alone for a while and cut your hair like you want it cut for your daughter. Would you agree to that?"
“I, eh… still didn’t want…"
Anne’s mother became embarrassed under the looks of Anne and Sandy.
“Same rights for all", Sandy laughed and arranged near the styling chair next to Anne, the clipper and several attachments.
