Onus Angelorum — Blur
Chapter 9 — Alerie and Henry prepare to travel.
Saturday morning, I slept in past nine wanting to be rested and fresh looking for the long day ahead. I managed to get in an hour at the gym. The endorphins from exercise cleared my head and calmed my mind. Plus, the water pressure at the gym is much better than in my apartment.
I left the building happy and clean with wet hair and an empty stomach. The air outside felt fresh and new. The strange situations from the week felt obsolete in the Saturday sunshine.
Henry sent a text. “guy who cut’s my hair is at my place. There is time to style yours if you like.”
“Sure thing, be there soon,” I replied.
Henry’s hair guy, Roy, was an older flamboyant man with pure silver hair and a thin mustache to match. He talked about his husband and how their new litter of four terrier puppies kept them up at night.
It was a simple, happy-sounding life that made him glow with peace and kindness. Roy looked over my dress and shoes. He loved the brown rabbit stole and made me promise to wear it all night.
I sat in a kitchen chair and let him work his magic on my recently lackluster hair. A quick trim of my ragged ends and several hot appliances later, my hair was shellacked into place.
