He opened it.
Her scarf was still perfectly tied.
Inside were two electric clippers.
The laughter thinned.
Someone said, “What are they doing?”
Mason handed one to me.
I took it.
Inside were two electric clippers.
We had practiced this once in our bathroom. Not the shaving—just the holding still. Long enough to understand what we were choosing.
The clippers buzzed to life.
That sound changed the whole room.
