PART TWO

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“No, don’t cut it” I tell the attendant behind me when she brings a tiny scissors close to my hair.

“I know, you said that the last time. I just want to trim an uneven strand” the smiley salon attendant explains.

       Relived, I nod. Say what you will, but even a decade later, I haven’t been able to allow my hair get cut other than the occasional trim when I’m getting a hair treatment so it doesn’t get too long.

I guess my father thought me a lesson that stuck.

      I hear sniping sound then release a breath when she finally puts the scissors away. And begins running a brush through my hair.

         It’s being a few weeks since I attended the little gathering with Gianna, since then, things have been a bit quiet. Niko and I going at a steady pace. I keep myself busy when I can. Ke