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Chapter Twenty Eight
June Thirteenth
Juniper
June stared at herself in the mirror for too long, “I think I want to cut my hair.” She talked over the shower running for Wolfie.
“Well, what were you thinking? You wanna go somewhere?” His voice was loud.
“No.” Her palms face down on the vanity counter, “I want you to do it.”
“What?” he turned the water off and opened the curtain, June looked down at his wet body as he grabbed a towel and responded, “I can’t cut your hair.”
“Why?” Her eyes met his as he covered up.
“I can’t cut a straight line, and you want me to cut your hair?”
“I just want a change, maybe get rid of some of this weight it’s holding.”
He rubbed his towel against his beard, soaking up the water beads. “Juniper.”
“What? Start long, you can always go shorter.”
“Do you really have faith in me?” She watched as he dropped a leg in each side of his underwear.
“Yeah, if you mess up, you're the only one who has to look at me. No pressure.”
He kissed her as he walked past to exit the bathroom and find his clothes in the bedroom. “You’re nuts.”
She followed him into the bedroom, “Come on, it'll be easy.” She coaxed him.
“Juniper,” His wet hair hung off his head “Do you really want me to?”
“Yes, get dressed and meet me in the kitchen.” She left the room and walked downstairs. June shifted items in a cluttered drawer, grabbed scissors and a comb and collected her hair into a ponytail.
She sat at the kitchen counter with scissors in her hand, Wolfie solid footsteps jarred coming down the stairs.
“You know, maybe I should ask Brittanya for some pointers first.” He opposed.
“No,” Her face scrunched down, “that will take too long, just come do it.”
He walked around behind her and she handed him the scissors. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
He gripped her ponytail, “You’re sure, sure?”
“Yes.”
“So right here?” he pointed at the elastic band half way down her hair.
“Yeah, just cut my ponytail off.” She heard him calmly exhale and felt the scissors against her neck.
“You’re positive? There’s no going back.”
“Wolfie!”
She could hear the dry grit of each strand cut against the old scissors until she was finally free. She ran her hand through her hair as it ended unexpectedly. The fresh blunt cut and healthy ends.
