Lorenz thought about arguing again, looked at his mother"s set lips, and gave up any thought of talking his way out of the haircut. He sat down. Mama flicked the material around him like a cape and stuffed the ends down inside his collar. He clenched his teeth. The scar would soon be out for the whole world to see as he heard and felt the scissors snip across the sides and back. She hadn"t even tried to comb the tangles out first.
Mama stopped long enough to ask, “Do du vant a side part, or one down the middle?”
“Side part, ah reckon. Hit curls anyways it wants to.”
Now she vigorously applied the heavy comb to the snarls in his hair. “Ow!” he started to raise up and realized that MacDonald was beside him. He plopped back into the chair, and Mama continued with the comb and the scissors.
