The old lady hastily put her coat back on, pulled her white wool cap over her freshly cut hair, and darted out of the salon. As soon as the door closed behind her, the other hairdressers burst into laughter. All of Emma’s staff were pointing at the retreating figure and at Emma, their mirth filling the room.
The girls couldn’t believe what Emma had done to the poor woman. They joked that maybe Emma should have her hairdressing license revoked or break her scissors. Emma tried to laugh along, but her heart wasn’t in it.