Sitting in the barber’s chair, Theodore introduced himself to the apprentice hairdresser and recited the same instruction he had given for thirty years, “Square at the back, thanks, and part from left to right.”
Isabel froze, her electric razor buzzing near his ear. The mirror revealed girlish amusement in her eyes, stubborn determination in Theo’s, and a blinding light reflecting from his sparsely populated, white dome. Isabel covered her mouth with her free hand. But it was no use. Her laughter could not be quelled.
Leaning forward, Theo peered at his reflection, then laughed with her. “Okay, just shave it off.”
Such a lovely snapshot of the barbers.
Lovely amusing tale…well done…
Very funny story, and I’m glad that Theo could laugh with her….
This is a funny story, and I’m glad that Theo could laugh with her….
I absolutely love this story! Good job Mr. Hobbs!
I’m glad I still have enough hair to comb, white and thin though it may be!