Mark tussled his hair in the mirror, wondering if it was a good idea to let Patty cut his hair for the big interview tomorrow. Something didn't look right. There were rogue hairs that were sticking out where they shouldn't be, longer than the rest of its friends.
"Patty?"
"Yeah," she said from the bedroom.
"You think you can touch this up a little?"
She came bounding into the bathroom. She had been so giddy when he said she could cut his hair. He had no idea why, but it seemed to make her happy, and that usually meant that he would stay happy.
"Where?"
"Here." He pointed to the rebellious patch by his left ear.
She turned on the clippers.
"Hold still." She held down his ear and nudged the clippers into place. When she was giving the haircut earlier, he was seated, giving her a much better position. But with both of them standing, she was on her tiptoes--not the most stable of stances.
"Oops."
"What do you mean 'Oops'?" he said. He looked in the mirror. The stray hairs were gone. In fact, they would not be posing much a problem for a few weeks. There was no hair there.
"Do they let you wear hats to interviews?"
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