‘OH NO’, she yelled.
I stood there facing her – as blunt as could be.
‘But… why, Jo? Why’d you do it?’
‘I had my reasons’, I said in a shallow voice. ‘I sat through high school, through college, through work – all the girls around me. I could not take it anymore. I was a victim, Shay.’
‘A victim?’, she sat down, breathing it all in. ‘You could have let me help you. You could have called, Jo. I would have run and come immediately. You know it!’
I looked down. I did know it, but I felt this was something I had to do by myself. I also knew that I had made a mistake.
She looked at me and frowned.
‘Shay, please say something’, I whispered in the awkward silence. I could not bear it for any longer.
She stood up, turned around, and then walked towards me. Slowly but calmly, she put her hand on my face.
‘What do you think?’ I asked
‘It is traumatizing,’ she smirked
‘WELL, THE LADY AT THE SALON SAID IT SUITED MY FACE!’
‘Well, sure, Jo, that is all she left on your head,’ she smiled
Stomping my feet, I left the room throwing what was left of my hair in the air. All I wanted was a trim not the route to baldness.