All the stuff a Freshman needs at college.All the stuff a Freshman needs at college. We took a break and dad suggested that I should get a haircut from someone I liked before I go, since I didn't know how soon I'd be home again. I agreed and was on the phone, making an appointment for later that morning, when dad asked me to get him one with his cutter at the same time. His stylist was booked for the day, but the receptionist said my cutter had two open appointments together. Dad shrugged and said "fine." We both showered and drove to Gary's Salon. Little did I know what was about to happen. After I checked in at the receptionist's desk, I got my hair washed and threaded my way through the chairs in the large salon. I rounded the corner into the last partition, and there she was. How can I ever tell you about Stacy? Let me try by going back to the beginning... The three of us, my parents and I, had been coming to the Gary's Salon since I was a little kid. My mom started with her hair stylist at another salon, and followed her when she moved to Gary's. My dad and I were soon going to Gary's for our haircuts, too. It was just easier that way. I fell in love with Stacy the very first time I saw her. She was 16 years old and still in high school, but she was already working around the place, doing odd-jobs and helping the other stylists cutting and setting hair. She later told me that she had wanted to be a hairstylist as long as she could remember. |