Nina — Part 1
Post date: Tuesday, February 1, 2005
Nina sat watching Erica give a young boy, about twelve, a crewcut.
From what she saw it must have been his first short haircut in years, because of the expressions on his face as his hair begin falling passed his eyes.
And, expression she remembers so well.
One she had seen many times on the faces of young boys who were getting a short hair cut for the first time. The same expression she had seen on some girls and women, who had ventured into Donald’s Barber Shop for their first hair cut by a barber, in a barber shop.
It was always the same expression.
Eyes quickly opening when the first strands of hair went sliding passed their eyes.
An expression of fear, disbelieve, with a little hint of joy intertwined.
Of course, there were those girls, and some women, who shed a few tears, too.
But, they all walked out the barber shop looking better than when they came in and none of them ever complained. Many of them have returned and became regular customers, like her.
She had been coming to Donald’s Barber Shop all her life and her barber was always Erica.
She was her dad and mom’s barber even before she became her’s.
Only once did she visit a “hair salon”, which was at her grandmother’s request.
It was for her seventy-fifth birthday and she wanted all her daughters, daughter-in-laws, and granddaughters to have their hair curled, somewhat, for when they took a group photo.
“Then, you can do what ever they wanted,” she remembers her grandmother telling all of them.
It took her and her mom about five months for their hair to grow out long enough to get a nice curling.
But, to them it was worth doing it, nor did they regret it.
The next day they were waiting for Donald to open his barber shop for a welcomed short hair cut by Erica.
Her mom got a sexy crew cut with the front about an inch and half long.
She got a short Bob a little above the bottom of her ears just short enough to show off her “new” double pierced ears.
She remembered back, way back.
She remembered coming here once a month, as her dad and mom would do regularly.
Each getting their hair cut by Erica.
During the winter months their hair cut was longer than the one they got during the summer months.
Something she could not figure out until she was eleven years of age.
She was two years old when she got her first hair cut.
Her mom had just gotten her hair cut for the summer.
She was ready to step out the chair but caught site of how long Nina’s hair was and decided she need a trim.
She told her dad to bring Nina to her.
Nina remembers sitting in her mom’s lap as Erica putting the large white cape over her, which did not scare her until she pulled it around her neck and pinned it in place.
Then, she began to cry and have a little fit.
It was not the large white cape, which scared her, because when she and her dad would take a nap he would pull the bed sheet over their head telling her they were taking their nap in a tent.
It was the large white cape being pulled around her neck, which scared her and she had to let them know.
After they sat there, her with the large white cape around her neck, with her crying and pushed their hands away, she slowly stopped and Erica began cutting her hair.
The hair cut was over in no time, just a little combing and a quick “clip” of the scissors.
Her hair cuts, like her dad and mom’s, were short during the summer months and a little longer during the winter months.
Something she could not understand for years.
But, she got use to the change.
She was four when Erica and her mom decided she was old enough to sit in the little barber chair by her self.
She remembers the experience of that first time.
How strange it felt not having her mom hold her while Erica cut her hair.
But, she felt like a grownup being able to sit in a barber chair by her self.
Her first hair cut in this chair was a short one, a summer hair cut like her mom.
A little long on top with the back and sides cut a little shorter.
Then, there were the little clippers Erica used to edge the hair line, something she had never done before.
Now she was feeling all grownup.
When she turned five she learned her little girlfriends, as well as her aunts and female cousins, when to a “beauty salon” to get their hair cut or fixed up.
So, she asked her mom, on day, why they went to Erica and not a “beauty salon”.
Her mom told her if she wanted to start going to a beauty salon it was all right with her and to expect a lot of different things.
Things like the smell and all the talking, and no hugs she had been getting from Erica, Donald and Mr. Mack the other barbers.
Then, she wanted to know why they went to a barber shop for their hair cuts.
“For one thing,” her mom began. “Hair cuts at Donald’s, and other barber shops, are a lot cheaper, about five dollars cheaper.
“And, we do not have to make an appointment just to get a hair cut.”
Then, Nina wanted to know how long she had been getting her hair cut by Erica.
“Ever since you were born,” her mom told her.
“I had been going to a beauty salon until I met your dad, when we were fifteen.
“It was he who convinced me to get a hair cut at a barber shop.
“It was Erica’s mom, Linda, who was his barber, before she retired.
“When Erica became a barber and took her mom’s place at Donald’s Barber Shop, we just stayed with her.”
“So, when you were born we brought you along when we went for our hair cut.
“And, you got your first hair cut by Erica”.
When she turned four alone came little brother.
Like her, he soon was getting his hair cut by Erica, too.
Just like dad, his hair cuts were long in the winter months and short in the summer months.
Of course, there was one big difference between him and her.
He grew taller a lot fast and soon he was almost as tall as their dad and she had to start looking up at him.
Her mom’s favorite hair cut for her dad was a short Flat-Top, later she learned it was actually called a “High-N-Tight”.
The top was flat and very short. While the back and sides were clippered very close and high up the head.
When her brother, Stan, was three he got his first Flat-Top like dad, which was followed that summer by a High-N-Tight.
Years went by, each month they, as a family, would go to Erica for their hair cut, long in the winter and shorter in the summer.
One night she was sitting in the family room doing her homework, when she over heard her parents talking in the kitchen.
Mom was all over dad to get his summer hair cut a little early.
She heard her dad telling her mom, “I know you like the High-N-Tight.
“So, do I.
“If you like it that much why don’t you get one!”
There was quiet for a while, neither said a word.
She got up and walked to the door, of the kitchen, to see they were holding each other and kissing.
Just as she turned to go back to the family room her mom spoke, “A wish is a wish.
“But, sometimes it comes true.
Dad broke out laughing and went to the living room.
That Saturday mom got her wish.
Dad got his High-N-Tight a few months early.
As he stepped from Erica’s chair mom was all smiles and gave him a hug and kiss as she walked to the chair for her turn.
When dad sat next to me mom winked at him and said, “Sometimes wishes come true.”
As Erica was capping her mom turned to her, “I’ll have the same hair cut.”
Erica looked at her then dad.
Both were smiling, dad a little more than mom.
Instead of the comb and scissors, Erica took hold of the clippers and attached the quarter inch attachment.
“CLICK”, the clippers came to life.
As mom sat there smiling at dad, him on the edge of the chair, Erica placed the clippers in the center of mom forehead and slowly moved it back over her head.
Behind was hair shorter than I had ever seen on her and she was still smiling at dad with a few winks at him, too.
Erica took the comb and combed a section of hair on top, next to the first pass of the clippers, raised it a little then moved the clippers over it.
She did this twice on each side of the first pass of the clippers.
With the top of mom’s head now a quarter of an inch she took off the attachment and tossed it on the shelf behind her.
With her left hand she tilted mom’s head down and begin moving the clippers up the back of her head to where she had just cut the top of her head with the comb and clippers.
From where we were sitting you could not see how short mom’s hair was being clipped to.
But, dad did know.
Erica started clipping the right side of mom’s head.
It was short, short like dads’.
Mom just sat there smiling and winking at dad with each movement of the clippers Erica made.
I looked at dad his face had a big smile and he was now sitting back into the chair.
I looked at Stan who was also looking at what was happening to mom, his eyes wide open in disbelief.
He must have notice, out the side of his eyes, me looking at him because he turned his head toward me with a look of “What is happening?”.
Erica had finished mom’s High-N-Tight and was about to take the little clippers and edge the hair line as she had before on mom.
But, dad sat up and looked at mom.
He cleared his throat loudly and Erica looked at him.
He shook his head “no” and ran his finger along the sides of his head.
Erica looked at him with a strange look.
She realized what he was telling her.
She turned the little clippers off and placed them back under the shelf.
She undid the cape and let it fall into mom’s lap.
Next she took a large white towel opened it up and tucked it into the collar of mom’s blouse.
Mom sat up in the barber chair, her head titled a little to the right, and she smiled as Erica begin spreading shaving lather alone her hair line.
She was going to get a straight razor edging like dad.
When she stepped from the barber chair dad was there to greet her with a hug and kisses, as I sat in the chair next.
As Erica capped me she asked, “You, too?”
Still somewhat shocked at mom getting a High-N-Tight, I just shook my head, “NO”.
“Just like last summer,” I told her as I watched dad and mom walk back to the waiting chairs and sit next to a still stunned Stan, who tried not to look at mom.
But, after awhile he gave in and just shook his head.
To say the least when winter came around mom’s hair was hardly long enough for our usual winter hair cut for a few months.
But, the summer months came in and her hair was cut almost as short, again.
When Nina was fifteen she remembers a visit to Erica with her dad and brother, her mom had gone earlier because she had something to do.
It was the day after they, her dad and brother, had returned from four days of fishing.
Dad had gotten a High-N-Tight, for mom of course, and a facial shave.
Stan was about to get out the chair, after his High-N-Tight, when dad walked to the chair and brushed the back of his hand across his cheek.
“I think I feel something here!” he smiled and told Erica. “What do you think, Erica?”
She, brushed the back of her hand over his cheek, “Sure do.
I think it’s time he got his first shave.
“What do you think!”
Dad smile, Stan just sat there.
Erica began tucking a larger white towel into the collar of his shirt and she lowered the back of the chair so it was like a bed.
The footrest came up to keep his feet from bending.
She took her time prepping his face and shaving him.
For some strange reason, when she raised the chair back up, he looked a little different.
“Think we are going to have to make a stop at the drug store,” dad told him as we walked out the barber shop.
“We’re going to need more shaving things now that you are shaving your face.”
When Nina turned sixteen her parents through a big birthday party for her.
They invited a lot of her friends from school as well as family.
It was one of the presents, from her parents, she likes to remember about!
That night before she went up to bed, for the night, they said they had something to talk to her about.
“Nina, today you turned sixteen,” he dad began. “And, we thought it would nice if you were to start making some of your own decisions.”
Nina looked surprised, as she thought she was already making a lot of them her self.
“Like which ones?” she inquired.
“Well, for one,” her mom answered, with a little worry in her voice. “Who you go out with.
“But, we still have the right to say “no”.
She shook her head “yes”.
“Then, there is your hair,” she continued. “If you wish to start going to a beauty salon, like your girlfriend, we will understand.
“Also, how your hair is done is up to you from now on.”
Nina looked surprised at this one.
After all these years they were going to let her decide how she wanted to wear her hair.
This she could not believe.
“So, what you are saying,” she asked. “Is if I want to let my hair grow out and get all fixed up, that is alright with you two!”
“Yes,” her mom replied. “It is your decision from now on.
“And, you can go to whom ever you wish.
“You do not have to continue going to Erica.”
“I can even get my hair cut like I want?” she asked.
“Yes,” her dad replied. “Just as you would like.
“No questions asked.”
“We have told Erica this, too,” her mom spoke. “Just incase you still want to go to her.”
“Cool.” was all she said.
They kissed good night and she went to bed.
She badly wanted to cut her hair short, very short.
But, did not know if her parents would let her.
Now they told her she could do what she wanted with her hair.
It was now or never.
She did not do anything for the next few days, not even ask her parents it they were really letting her decide what to do with her hair.
Thursday at dinner she popped the question.
“I was thinking about getting my hair cut very short for the summer,” she spoke questionably.
“Something extremely short for a girl or woman.
“What do you think?”
Her parents didn’t say a word, they just looked at her and smiled.
“I was thinking of asking Erica to give me a crew cut,” she continued as she looked at her parents. “Maybe even shorter.”
“What ever you want to do with your hair is up to you Nina,” her dad spoke up before taking a sip of his soft drink.
“We told you that the other night.
“So, if you want a crew cut that is fine with us.
“And, Erica has been told you can get your hair cut like you want, no questions.”
This made her heart beat crazy. It was true they did tell her that.
She looked at her brother.
“Why not her,” she thought to herself. “He was cutting his hair like he wanted for the past three years.”
The next morning after breakfast Nina got dressed in one of the dress she got for her birthday.
As she closed the door behind her, her brother came out his room.
They looked at each other.
“So,” Stan begin, “You’re going to get a Crew cut, today?”
Nina looked at him and smiled and started walking toward the stairs, “Maybe even shorter!”
Stan followed her down the stairs, “NO WAY.”
She turned her head and looked at him as they reached the bottom of the stairs, “Remember what dad told me last night at dinner!”
As they went to the kitchen they exchanged comments, even a few as they eat breakfast.
It was a little before eight when Nina decided, “Well, I think I will be going.
“Don’t want to have to wait to get my hair cut.
“My CREW CUT.”
She told her parents “bye” and waived to Stan while he watching television, “I am thinking of something really short.
“What do you recommend Stan?”
Stan looked up from his chair, a wicket smile on his face, “WHY not just get your head shaved!”
Their eyes met, his with a “challenge stair”.
Her’s with “what”?
Nina opened the garage door, got in the car, and drove off to Donald’s Barber Shop for her first hair cut of her choosing. She drove slowly, thinking as she did so.
“Maybe a High-N-Tight,” she thought to herself.
As she pulled into the parking area, of the shopping center Stan’s comment to her, as she got out the car, came to her thoughts, ‘WHY not just get your head shaved!”
“Shaved,” Nina’s mind told her. “Now that is a short hair cut if there every was one.
“But, did mom and dad have that in mine when they told her she could cut her hair as she wanted.
“Hmmm, should I ask them?
“Or, just walk in with my head shaved.”
“Then, would Erica be willing to shave my head!
“Maybe shaving my head would be stretching it a little.”
She parked the car and walked to the entrance.
Just as she opened the door her eyes caught site of a woman, about her mom’s age, walk pass her.
She had a Flat-Top and from what she could see it was freshly done.
“Maybe Erica was the barber who did it!” she thought to herself as she walked toward the barber shop.
Her eyes caught site of the woman a few stores from the barber shop.
As she approached her the woman turned, as she walked pass the barber, and waived.
Nina quickly glanced a look into the barber shop to see Erica return the waive.
She also saw her helping a young girl, around seven, on to the booster seat across the arms of her chair.
Nina hesitated in going into the barber shop.
Instead her attention turned by to the woman with the Flat-Top.
She quickened her pace to catch up with her.
Just as the women turned and walked into the “LIMITED”, Nina was a step behind her, almost knocking her over.
Nina keep her eyes on her, looking for a chance to be close to her.
Then, it came.
The woman started to walk out the store but glance at the display where she was standing. She stopped and began looking over the sweaters neatly displayed.
A saleslady appeared, as if from now where, by the display, “May I help you ladies?”
Nina looked at her and smile, shaking her head “no”, telling her, “Just looking.”
She then turned to the lady, “Why Mrs. Doris Matters. I did not recognize you.”
“Why,” the lady, Mrs. Matters, replied as she looked at the saleslady.
“Betty Brothers, I have not seen you in, what.
“What have you been up too?”
“The same o’ same o’, Doris,” Betty replied as she stepped toward her.
They gave each other a kiss on the cheek and Betty stepped back.
“You have lost a little weight,” she commented. “And, lookie you.
“You cut your hair.
“Now what is this about?
“A new man in your life?”
Mrs. Matters gave her a little “shy” look, “So, what.
“Yes, you could say.”
“So, who is this man?” Betty inquired as she began folding some of the undone sweaters.
“Just Bob,” Doris answered. “The split was not worth it.
“He changed a lot.
“So, I took another chance.
“I lost some weight, as you can see.
“Then, got my hair cut just this morning.”
“Well, I know Bob like you before,” Betty stated.
“But, now he must be going crazy.”
Again Doris said, “Yes. He is a little more attentive.”
“Has he seen your hair cut?” Betty inquired.
“NO,” Doris quickly replied. “But, he knows I was going to cut my hair, because I told him last night.
“And, boy was it alright with him.”
A big smile came to her face and she winked to Betty.
“Where did you have it done?” Betty asked as she raised her hand. “May I?”
Doris gently shook her head “yes”, as Betty began brushing her finger tips over the side of her head, “Feels nice.
“And, you look great with it.”
“Thank you,” Doris replied. “I went to the barber shop a few stores from here.
“The lady there did it and did not even ask any questions.
“That really surprised me.
“I thought she would at least ask me why.”
Hearing this Nina quietly stepped away, walked out the store and toward Donald’s Barber Shop.
Just as she reached the barber shop she caught glance of the little girl taking a seat in a waiting chair.
She had a mad look on her face and had crossed her little arms.
Her mother was telling her something but she was not listening as she looked at Erica’s chair.
Nina opened the door, walked in and said, “HI” to Erica and Donald and Mr. Mack, and sat a chair away from the little girl.
As she sat her eyes caught site of Erica running the clippers over a man’s head.
He was looking at the woman and girl sitting next to her.
His look was one of anger and to towards the little girl.
“You better get that look off your face young lady,” he called to her.
The woman, the little girl’s mom, looked at her.
“We told you girls don’t cut their hair that short,” she told her as she put her right arm around her and pulled her into her side.
The little girls looked at her mom then her dad.
She started to say something but could tell from their looks it would be a waste of time.
A few minutes later the man, the little girl’s dad, stepped from the chair with his head buzzed. His wife stood up and walked toward the chair, there right hands touched.
He sat next to the little girl and put his right arm around her, like her mom did, “Maybe when you are older.”
The lady smiled as Erica capped her, “Just a trim?”
“NO,” the lady answered turning her head toward Erica, standing on the right side of the barber chair.
“I was thinking something short.
“Something like the lady who’s hair you were cutting when we came it.
“But, not too short.”
Erica patted her on the shoulder and walked behind the chair.
She took hold of the clippers and put on an attachment.
Stepping back to the right side of the chair she turned the clippers off and on.
“This is a one inch attachment,” Erica said as she showed the lady the clippers.
“Doris got her hair cut with a half and inch.”
The lady looked at her husband and he gave her a “whatever” jester.
She looked at Erica, “That will be fine.”
“Which one?” Erica asked.
“Half an inch,” she replied.
Erica changed the attachment, clicked the clippers to life and wasted not time.
She placed the clippers in the center of the woman’s head and moved it back sending a pile of hair, about a foot long, to the floor behind the chair.
She made pass after pass over the woman’s head until she had reduced her hair to a half an inch all over.
“Haa,” came a sound form the little girl.
See looked up at her dad, “MOM CAN DO IT.”
He, nor his wife, said a word.
Erica had now changed the attachment to a quarter of an inch and working the clippers around the woman’s head.
Right side to the back, then the left side.
Finished she turned the chair around, “That is the shortest I can go without going really short like your husband.”
The woman turned the head from side to side, “Dave, what do you think?”
The man got up and walked to the back of the chair.
He looked over his wife’s head, brushing his fingers up and down the sides of her head, “I like it.
“How about you?”
She smiled at him in the mirror.
Then, looked at Erica, “Just right.”
He stepped back to the waiting chair, as Erica turned the chair around. As the chair came to a stop she undid the cape and let it slid down across the arms of the chair and the woman.
She stepped behind the chair and removed a large towel from the pile on the shelf. Turning she opened it up and spread it over the woman’s shoulders.
“Just going to edge the hair line,” Erica assured the woman, who had a surprise look on her face.
Erica had pile a small pile of lather in her left hand and begin spreading it along the woman’s hair line.
Just like she had done many times Erica stropped the straight razor over the leather strap and shave a small thin line from the right side to the left side of the woman’s head.
She wiped the excess lather, dusted her head and face.
The woman stepped from the chair.
Her husband reaching toward Erica, to pay for their hair cuts.
The little girl looked at her mom and turned and walked to the door and stood there with her back to them.
As they walked out the shop her mom grabbed her little hand and started telling her something.
Nina watched as Erica dusted hair from the chair then she shook out the cape.
She looked toward Nina, “Looks like you’re next”!
Continued ….. Copyright (c) January 2005
Nina — Part 2
Post date: Tuesday, February 1, 2005
Nina sat watching Erica give a young boy, about twelve, a crew cut.
Her mind still back to that day she got her hair cut, by Erica.
The way she wanted.
Her dad, her mom, nor her brother was with her.
But, her mind was still speaking the words her brother told her as she walked out the house that morning, “why not shave your head”.
It was still there as she walked to Erica’s chair.
Erica was smiling as if she knew something was up.
As she sat in the chair Erica looked at her, “So, what will it be today?”
Nina looked at her, her heart slowly climbing into her throat.
They looked at each other.
“Did my parents talk with you?” she asked Erica. “I mean about me!”
Erica pulled the cape around her neck, “You mean about you deciding what you want?
“Yes, you mom said it was all up to you from now on.
“So, what are we going to do?”
Nina became relaxed as a smile came to her face.
“Well, I was thinking about a Crew cut,” she said as she turned her head side to side looking in the large mirror over the waiting chairs.
“But, I think!
“I think I might want to try a High-N-Tight.”
Erica patted her on the right shoulder and stepped behind the chair, “ONE HIGH-N-TIGHT coming up.”
Nina took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
Her body started becoming nervous, her breathing quick and shallow.
Before she could think twice, she felt Erica’s left hand on the top of her head, “Tilt downward a little for me.”
Nina tilted her head downward and she felt the coolness of the metal attachment touch her back below her hair line.
She did not hear the clippers come to life, nor the soft humming it was making.
Her eyes caught site of strands of hair, just about three inches long, tumble, slid, roll, down the cape as they came to rest in her lap.
She felt the clippers climb higher than they had ever done before.
She felt coolness touch where the clippers had moved over.
She felt the clippers climb up the back of her head four more times.
Then, her head was lifted so she was looking at herself in the mirror.
Erica was standing on the right side of the chair.
“Too, late to change your mind,” she told Nina as she began moving the clippers up the side of her head in front of her head.
Just as she saw the strands of hair fall down into her lap, she watched more strands fall, not touching the cape, into her lap.
When the clippers reached the top of her head, Erica began moving the clippers back over her ear.
Two quick passes and she was walking around to the left side of the chair where she did the same thing.
Nina watched as Erica stood behind the chair, slowly moving the buzzing clippers over the top of her head and placing it in the center of her head, “How about a nice short Crew Cut with high sides and back?”
Before, she could ask what that was, Erica moved the clippers back over her head.
Four more quick movements and her hair on her head was a quarter of an inch long. Nine looked at her self and smiled.
As Erica removed the quarter inch attachment Nina wondered what she meant by ‘Crew Cut with high sides and back’!
“Isn’t that a High-N-Tight,” she thought to herself.
Just as she wanted to ask she saw Erica turn with the clippers still humming away, there was no attachment on it.
Just it’s cutting head.
Erica stood behind the chair, tilted Nina’s head a little downward and to the left then began buzzing up her neck behind her right ear.
Nina’s eyes caught clippings of hair slowly tumble down into her lap.
She felt more coolness as Erica buzzed her neck from the right to the left.
Then, Erica made two quick buzzes above her left ear and the last buzzing was in front of her left ear.
She looked at herself in the mirror.
“Had it not been for her dark hair,” Nina thought to herself. “she would looked as if she had no hair.”
Before she could reflect to what was happening Erica was buzzing the right side of her head in the same matter.
Soon she was looking at herself.
The hair on the top of her head was a quarter of an inch long but the sides and back were buzzed almost to nothing.
Erica took her comb and scissors and begin blending the top and sides and back together.
After a few minutes she was undoing the cape and letting it fall across Nina’s arms.
Nina knew what was next.
She watched as Erica lather her hair line and shave that thin line along the edge.
Going for in front of the right ear to in front of the left ear.
She remembers walking into her house.
Her brother, Stan, was the first to see her.
“Wow, sis,” was his first words.
“So, you didn’t take my up on what I told you!”
She just looked at him and gave him a wicket smile and walked toward the kitchen.
There her mom was fixing lunch.
Before she could say anything her mom turned around.
They stood looking at each other.
Nina begin to get a strange feeling. A feeling that was telling her she should have not gotten her hair cut so short.
Her mom walked towards her, placing an empty plate on the table as she did.
She stood in front of her daughter and looked her hair cut over.
She looked at both sides, “I think it looks good.”
Nina turned around yo show her the back, as she brushed her fingertips up it.
“Erica calls it a Crew Cut with high back and sides,” she told her mom as she turned to face her. “But, I think it’s a High-N-tight.”
Her mom smiled, “No, a High-N-Tight is flat on top, not rounded over the top of the head, like yours is.
“Still looks good.
“So, what to you think?”
“I think it looks good on her, too,” came her dad’s voice from behind her.
“Stan was betting you would come home with your head shaved.”
“NINA,” came a soft voice she knew.
“Nina, your turn.”
Nina blinked her eyes and shook her head, “Sorry, my mind was wondering.”
She followed Erica to the chair and sat in it.
“So, what was it that had you thinking like that?” Erica asked as she caped Nina.
“Just a few times I remember being here when you did some really great hair cut,” she told Erica.
“So, what’s it going to be this summer?” Erica asked as she pumped the chair up a little.
“And, what had your thoughts,” Erica asked as she stopped pumping the chair.
“O’, nothing much,” Nina replied as she thought about the hair cut she wanted.
“Just the time you shaved my brother’s face. The day you gave me that Crew Cut with the high back and sides.
“Did you know Stan bet my dad I would come home with my head shaved!”
“Really,” Erica said as she oiled the clippers. “How much did he lose?”
Erica walked to the right side of the chair, the big black clippers in hand as she fitted it with a quarter inch head.
Nina eyes caught site of the clippers as they watch Erica change the head.
Then, her eyes moved up to met Erica’s.
They looked at each other.
“So, what did you think of Stan getting his face shaved that day?” Erica asked her as she watched Nina’s body react to the question.
Her body began to react by rising and her eyes reacted by widening.
Erica sensed something. A reaction of adventure!
“Why do you think Stan bet your dad you would come home with your head shaved?” Erica asked as she changed the head of the clippers from quarter of an inch to the .00000 head.
Her eyes rose to see Nina’s eyes staring at the clippers and what she had done.
“Now, how do you think you would look with your head shaved?” Erica asked as she clicked the clippers to life.
Nina looked at her, she took one deep breath and let it out quickly and turned her head so she was facing the large mirror over the waiting chair.
“I think I am going to find out today,” she replied.
Just as she finished saying that Erica placed the clippers in the middle of her head and begin buzzing her head.
Nina watched as Erica buzzed her head from front to back, up the sides and back. She buzzed her head not once but three times.
Then, she turned the clippers off and hung it under the shelf.
She undid the cape, “We will not need this any more.”
Removing a large white towel from the cabinet, Erica tucked into her collar and spread it over her shoulders.
She tuned on the facet and let the warm water flow. Another larger towel was tossed into the sink to get wet.
Only to be wrapped around her buzzed head.
Nina watched as Erica removed another towel and place it next to the sink.
Their eyes met in the mirrors.
Nina sat as Erica wrapped the warm towel around her buzzed head.
She watched as Erica filled her left hand with warm lather and as she spread it over her head.
It was allowed to sit while Erica wet the towel again and wrapped around her lathered buzzed head.
Her head was lathered again.
Erica chose a straight razor and stropped it over the leather strap as Nina watched her.
Their eyes met. Erica raised the straight razor.
“Ready,” she asked Nina, who just closed her eyes.
Erica placed the sharp edge of the razor in the center of her head and shaved downward.
Nina’s body reacted with a deep breath and a soft “aaaaa” sound.
Nina kept her eyes closed as Erica shaved her head.
Slowly each stroke was taken removing what stubbles were left.
Leaving behind soft wet smooth skin.
Nina never opened her eyes, not even when her head was tilted downward as Erica shaved across the back of her head.
With her head shaved Nina watched as Erica wiped the excess lather from her head.
To her surprise she saw Erica toss the other towel into the sink of running water.
When Erica turned around she reached for something behind the chair.
It was long and had a pillow like shape, which Erica fitted into the chair.
She stepped to the right side of the chair and pushed on the handle with her right hand while her left hand pushed the back of the chair causing it to lower.
Her body followed until she was in a laying position.
She heard the water being turned off and saw the white towel hanging over her face.
It was then lowered and her face was wrapped with it. It was wrapped so only her nose was visible.
Then, she heard the winding of the shaving dispenser.
Erica removed the towel and began lathering her face, like she had her brothers that day.
With her face lathered Nina just stared up at the ceiling of the barber shop.
She saw Erica standing next to the chair and she was holding a straight razor.
Nina watched as she stropped the open blade over the leather strap. She watched as she let the strap go and hit the chair.
Erica lowered the razor to her face. Nina closed her eyes again.
As if it was nothing unusual Erica shaved Nina’s face as she had the faces of many men and boys.
She wondered what Nina was thinking.
What she thought.
Nina moved her head when she felt Erica’s finger motioning it to.
The left side, her neck, and the right side.
Soon Erica was wiping the excess lather away.
Another warm towel was wrapped around her face then a dry towel to wipe it clean and dry.
Erica massaged a lotion in her face and she dusted it with the same powder she did her head.
The back of the chair was raised, the head rest removed.
The chair turned forward and was lowered to it’s fullest.
Nina felt her face with her fingers as she stepped from the chair.
As she walked to the waiting chair where her purse was Erica told her, “Hope you found out how your brother enjoyed his facial shave!”
She picked up her purse, opened it and took out some money. She turned and walked towards Erica, who was sweeping around the chair.
“I think I would have like my head being shaved back then,” she told Erica as she handed her the money. “This is your tip.”
Erica smiled at her, “Yes, the hair cut and shavings are on me.”
Nina walked out the shop for a few steps, as returned and opened the door.
“Just tell me,” Erica told her. “Just tell me.”
Nina turned and walked away from the barber shop, as she thought to herself, “Yes, I will Erica. Yes, I will.”
When she arrived home, her dad was walking out the garage and saw her.
“Hey, Stan,” dad called Stan. “You won the bet.”
As she walked by her dad she smiled and turned around to show him her shaven head.
“Your mom is not going to be surprised,” her told her. “She agreed with Stan that you would get your head shaved.”
Stan came walking out the house, as she passed him she smiled.
“Damn, I really did not think you would save your head,” he told his sister.
As she brushed her fingers over her shaven head, she smiled.
“I also got my …..,” she mentioned as she brushed her fingers over her face.
The End ….. Copyright (c) January 2005