¨Something weird just happened in the bathroom,¨
¨What, Baby.¨ Charlie lay sprawled on the bed reading an issue of some obscure comic, and his eyebrow lifted imperceptibly.
¨I went over there to check on myself in the big mirror, and suddenly an urge took over and I started looking for the scissors. I knew that I had to stop fooling around with these ridiculously inadequate bangs and cut them properly. And suddenly, the scissors were doing things that I had never made them do before. It was as if I had suddenly become a hairdresser. I was having my way with those scissors the way I have it with the piano when I´m figuring out a song. I was remembering every move I saw stylists doing on my hair through the years, especially the prosperous ones if you know what I mean, the parting and the re-parting and the pins... I had only one pin, but I used it like a mini light saber. Then I washed my hair quickly with volumising shampoo, in the sink, no conditioner, held it in a towel for 10 minutes, and finally blowdried it. When I picked up the tube brush to style my bangs it was as if it were my personal weapon. With what confidence I managed it with my left hand while my right blew the moistness away and the heat gave shape to a part of me. Then I made a discreet little hairdo, and held it up like I had never held it up before, with unrefutable logic, lucid use of common sense and the laws of physics. I felt possessed, I swear. And here I am. Tell me if it´s not something. I want you to tell me what you think.¨
But only silence responded, because Charlie had fallen asleep.
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