Fifteen
“ARE YOU SURE?” SOLANGE ASKED, holding the scissors in her hands.
“No, but it has to be done.”
I’d gotten this appointment at short notice and my stylist was surprised to see me to say the least, given I’d gone AWOL since loving Dante had become my one and only occupation.
“Just… do it. The kids need it more.”
The first snip almost made me want to cry. She saw in my eyes what she was doing to me but I’d asked her to do it and she’d checked with me at least a dozen times already.
“It’s okay,” I told Solange, and she continued cutting all my hair off.
I thought I saw her wipe a tear away.
When it was all gone and I was left with a bob, she tied all my hair together in a band and put it on my lap.
“What you’ve done is an amazing thing, Cleo.”
“I know.”
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