But first, she watched how Sandy clamped her mother’s bangs up and then shaved with 1-¼" inches over her brow. Finally she removed the clamp, took some gel from a jar and massaged it into the few remaining hairs. Then she plastered them down onto Mrs. Long’s brow and cut them with scissors into three accurate triangles.
“Terrific!" said Anne’s mother. “Absolutely magnificent, this haircut is a dream!" She turned her head into all directions, went with her hands over the large bald areas, and rubbed the stubbles on the top of the head."
“Oh Anne, I’m so glad for you, that you’ll be able to enjoy this experience in a moment, and that you’ll finally are going to get rid of that disgusting hair."
Sandy loosened the neck strip and the cape. Bunches of brown short hair fell on the floor. Then both went to Anne’s chair, which was already surrounded by a circle of cut off long hair.
Anne had to admit that her mother really looked terrific. She seemed to be easily ten years younger with her almost bald head. One would think that she still was a college student. But she didn’t want to give her an opening by accepting this, so she refrained from complimenting her.
“You can spare yourselves all the fuss with the attachments," she beefed. “As for me, you can shave me bald with a razor", for just such a tiny fraction of an inch," looking disdainfully at her mother, she continued “it’s really not worth the effort.
“But Anne, my love, I’m so glad that you see it this way." Her mother embraced her from the back, but Anne tried, as far as it was possible under the cape, to free herself from her hug.
