She said, “Oo la la!” when she saw me. She told me to sit down in the chair. She washed it, combed it out and then asked me, “What do you want?” I said, “To get rid of it.” So, she started cutting.
The first cut, by my request, was all my hair pulled back to a pony tail. She tied it off, snipped it, and gave it to me. Then, she worked on the rest.
Walking away from the salon, I had the tail in my hand. Sheldon asked, “What are you going to do with it?” “Watch,” I told him. At the first trash can, I tossed it away. No hesitation. Gone.
Some rituals are small. That doesn’t make them less important.