Haircuts
At first glance when I pushed through the front door, I thought there was nobody in the salon. But that wouldn't make sense. It was, after all, a few minutes after the nine o'clock opening time on Wednesday morning and the door was unlocked. Surely someone had been there to unlock it. Then a head popped up from behind a half wall and a young woman smiled and said, "Good morning. Come on in." She was dressed in beige slacks that barely concealed a nicely shaped butt, a knit sweater that...