“You’re not dirtying the floors I just cleaned with your muddy boots. Take them off first. I’m assuming you want Wanda to cut your hair?” “She always does it.” His voice is deeper than usual, his annoyance with me blatantly obvious. “I’ll do it today. Take your boots off and sit at the last station.” I wave a hand at the far back chair. He doesn’t move. “You want me to trust you with a pair of scissors that close to my throat?” “It’s either that or you continue to grow out the mullet.”
