“Hmm,” Andy says. “What?” I croak. “What is it?” “See,” he says, “almost all of the strands are fine, but one of them doesn’t have a hair follicle on it.” Bastard. “Fine. I’ll give you a new one.” “I’m afraid not,” he sighs. “You’ll have to start all over again. I’ll check in on you tomorrow morning. Hopefully by then, you’ll have one hundred intact hairs for me. Otherwise, we’ll have to just keep trying.”
