Behind My Back

A story by Lisa Braxton

My hairdresser has been talking behind my back. She’s been doing it for years. This might sound strange, but I actually don’t mind. In fact, I welcome it.

It all started years ago when I was new to town and visited a salon looking for someone to do my hair. Simone—as I’ll call her—had an opening in her schedule and agreed to give me a “wash and set.” Pretty soon I became one of her regulars.

Not much is said between us until after she’s shampooed my hair. Simone swings me around in the styling chair so that I’m facing away from her. Then she combs the tangles out of my hair and reaches for her tray of rollers. That’s when Simone starts some of her best conversations with me. Behind my back.

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