"Really?" the receptionist said.
"So what do you think about that?" Paula asked her.
"Wow" she managed to say.
"I hope so" I said, just a hint of nerves starting to creep in.
Paula touched my forearm gently to signal that the serious part was about to begin. I followed her into the salon and was quite pleased that she led me further in than last night. I was even more pleased when she showed me to a styling station that was in a small alcove.
"So last night didn't go too well" she said, patting the back of the chair to urge me to sit down.
"He shouted at me for as long as it took him to find his car keys and then he left" I replied.
"He'll be okay once he's calmed down a bit, I'm sure" she said.
"I think that it's too late for that. The more I think about it, the more I think it's best if we go our own separate ways. I mean, what will he think when he sees me next time?"
"You may have a point there" she replied.
She swept a gown over me and tucked it in to my collar.
"So, how are we going to reveal the new you, quick or slow?" she asked.
"Last night I would have said slow, but now I just can't wait" I replied.
The gentle hum of the clippers started and then I felt their insistent vibration at my hairline for the briefest of moments. Then they were moving. Backwards. Over my scalp. Quickly. I smiled.
"I can't believe how far you've come in such a short time. Less than twenty-four hours ago you were a committed long-hair girl and now look at you."
