“We will speak again of zees after we finish ‘ere .D’accor, now are you finished ma Jacquline?", she nodded and lifted Em’s head up, placed a towel over it and turned her around again to face the mirror, which by now had mysteriously been covered by a large floral drape in heavy curtain fabric between the light bulbs. Jacqui opened a low closet and pulled out another wheelie stool and with Louis on the left side, she took the right, they started sectioning Em’s hair in a series of ponytails all over her head about two inches from her scalp except for one on the top which was about eight inches before the band and that flopped to her left side. Her hair, when wet reached way past her waist line but when dry with the natural wave it looked a good six inches shorter, it was in excellent condition despite having not been trimmed for so long and as they started from both sides to blow dry and scrunch it with their fingers, it took on a dazzling shine which was totally remarkable. Once dry, all the ponytails looked quite strange, the one on top and nine back and sides. Louis looked at his wife and nodded, she smiled, opened a draw and drew out a surgeon’s scalpel to which she attached a large straight surgical blade fresh from a sterile foil packet and carefully handed it to him. He quickly set to work, leaving the top for last, he lifted each ponytail up and expertly sliced through with precision and handed them to Jacqui who set about placing them in numbered plastic pouches in a labelled holdall made apparently for just such an occasion. All that was left around the back and sides was a two inch bush of hair with finally a mop of longer now more curly locks on top (like in her childhood) which fell to just over her eyes and the top of her ears, making her look already totally different, a sort of mushroom style. Emilia was totally calm and relaxed, not seeming too concerned about her predicament."Ah sorry Cherrie", he said and quickly sprayed the top with water and took up a comb and started sectioning it, he parted it just past the centre of her left eye (towards her ear) combing to the left going back to just before her crown whereupon he combed it backwards. The rest, he combed over to the right, away from her eyes. Upon sighting the eyebrows, he abruptly added “we’ll need to tame zees wild horses my dear", chuckling softly.
