please hold still, or, i give free haircuts

thursday is my night to cook. since our cupboards were bare of just about all the foods we usually eat (we were even out of the basic elements of food; we drank all the soy sauce and ate all the tarragon!*), it was spaghetti for dinner. i don’t have a problem with spaghetti. it is a simple meal. i set the pot to boil on the stove and was sitting at the kitchen table playing guitar when there was a knock at the door. six small island boys were there asking for water. the kids were from the neighborhood known as small island, which is right next to the church and school property where we live, stop by our house all the time to play with our blocks, read out children’s book and drink our water. i always try to be welcoming to them but sometimes its hard because when it rains small island children, it pours small island children. little voices constantly calling “water? water?” very easily distract from reading. most of the boys who were now at the door just wanted water but there was one who asked if i could give him a haircut. he had clippers and there is an outlet right outside our porch. at first i thought, “what? why is he asking me to cut his hair?” but then i shrugged and said “sure!” i’ve cut my own hair a couple times with clippers and helped cut my old housemate patrick’s hair a few times last year. the boy had shaggy, curly black hair. he took off his shirt and i got down to business. he just wanted it all taken off, so that’s what i did. i even engaged in barbershop banter with him; asking his name, where he goes to school and what grade he was in. his name was eric. i sheared off all the hair and then took off the attachment to clean him up in the back and around the ears. he kept looking down to watch the hair fall to the ground. i kept telling him to look up and hold still. “hold still, eric! hold still!” it wasn’t a bad haircut. i asked if anybody else wanted a trim and another boy said he did, but only the bottom half of his head, like a little bowl cut. i said i would do it and added a nice twist, making the hair on the back of the bowl come down to a little V point. it was tricky to get the V balanced out because he kept squirming around. he might never know about that little flourish, but then again it could just change his life. when i was done with them i went into the house and brought out a mirror so they could see. both eric and the other boy smiled approvingly.
when the boys were leaving i told them to tell all their friends that i would give free haircuts on saturday. i hope that promise doesn’t come back to bite me. i could easily see all of small island lined up outside the house waiting for a trim.



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