"This is Lucinda. She'll be taking care of your styling needs today."
"Welcome. Please, have a seat."
She nodded at me without much of a smile. Which is fine with me, I'm also tired of accepting the nicety.
Taking a nap did improve my mood a lot. The short dream I had about my grandmother made me realize something.
"Sure."
It's not always what you do that gets people to act in the way you want. Sometimes it's what they think you'll do, based on your history and appearance.
Lucinda assessed my hair from my view of her in the mirror. Thin fingers ran through the black strands, lifting sections to check the ends for splits and evenness.
"So, what are we doing for you today?"
"I want high twin tails. Secured tightly. Front bangs loose."
A piece of me - of who I truly was - could be reclaimed here today. I hesitated earlier, when I'd only had a shower, but my mind is made up.
Maybe my history is unknown here. Everything I do may be tainted by who Helene was.
