Best tressed

Today, in Chicago, I saw three women sitting together on the sofa at the hair salon I visited for a hair cut.  You could tell they were friends because their knees touched and they all looked the same amount of shy. They also had similar faces and size so I wondered if they might be sisters.

One had short brown hair. One had short greyish hair and one sitting in the middle had no hair, just a bit of tuft here and there.

They talked together to a beautician. Then each one put on one of the robes clients wear to keep neat and tidy and sat in a row of salon chairs; but the beautician only cut the short brown hair.

When she finished, the just-cut client removed it. The hair. It was a wig. And she had hair underneath. Nice thick hair.  Then she helped the lady with only little tufts put on this perfectly styled wig and that lady smiled.

I don’t know exactly why they did it this way but it was very beautiful.

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About Mrs. Fitz

Hello! I'm Michele Fitzpatrick, a Chicago writer. Like our town, a work in progress. As a journalist, teacher and writing coach I think all of us live our stories and sharing them creates moments that remind us we're connected. And that is enough.
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