I continue to hold the desired clump at the back and top of Sunny’s head. Louise begins to shear, cutting away huge clumps as Sunny strains against her bonds in protest. She hurts herself in so doing, learning for her own the physical cost of motion. Within moments, Sunny’s head is relatively bald except for the comical pony tail in my grasp. It is amazing how quickly one can be shorn when style is not of concern.
“I’ll shave away the stubble in the morning,” Louise announces. “Shampooing will be much easier.
“And I’ll make a matching ring of nickel cobalt.”
“Meanwhile...” Louise announces in holding up a rubber band.
I smile with her prevenience and work to encircle the remaining clump with the rubber band. I knot then stretch a cord from the right side bar though the rubber band to t
