Sandy looked for the appropriate attachment, put it on the clipper and switched it on.
A metallic buzzing filled the room. As Anne’s mother’s hair was already short, there weren’t almost any preparations necessary. Sandy just separated about two inches with the comb for the bangs, and then started buzzing off the hair behind it.
With gentle pressure she pushed the machine over her mother’s head and was leaving a light grey-brown track. The next track followed, and then another one, always to the middle of the head. Anne saw the scalp shining through the shorn hair, and felt like choking.
Soon it would be her head that would be stripped in such a manner. She wanted to avoid looking at it, but she couldn’t. So she had to watch how Sandy gently pressed her mother’s head down and placed the cutting blades at her neck pushing upwards until the new track of bristles joined the ones on top of the head. The machine was eating through her mother’s hair and spewing it out as small woolen balls. Soon her own hair would be the clipper’s next victim.
It didn´t take long, and Anne’s mother’s head had been shorn except for the two inch wide bangs.
“So, and now all what is below this" Anne’s mother traced with her finger around the crown, “shave it off without any attachment, I’ve always wanted to have Anne’s hair it cut this way."
Anne shrieked for shock, but then Sandy had already removed the attachment, and began to shave her mother’s hair at the sides and at the back of the head. Her mother seemed to enjoy it very much, her face was radiating with deep pleasure, nearing excitement.
Sandy bent Anne’s mother’s ears down so she could shave off the last little hairs.
