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hair. She was scared to
even ask him why it was purple and smelled like hardboiled eggs and ammonia.
She said a silent prayer to the god of good hair to please not let her hair
fall out and leave her bald as a buzzard egg.
    “Okay. It’s done. Your color looks fabulous if I
do say so myself. Why you covered up these gorgeous chestnut locks with
shoeshine black is beyond me,” Sean said as he inspected her hair. He guided
Quinn to a chair he’d put on the small balcony. “Now for the cut.”
    Quinn clutched the damp towel wrapped around her
head. “Cut!” She squawked. “No one said anything about cutting my hair. I don’t
like short hair!”
    “Hey!” Indie protested. “I just shake and roll my
way out the door. Short hair is great.” She shook her blue spikes at Quinn.
    “Yes, but you are four foot nothing. Short hair
makes you look cute. On me, I’d look like a man. Mom says I have strong features.
Long hair feminizes my face,” Quinn informed her. She clutched the towel even
tighter as Sean attempted to pull it free.
    “Like your mother knows hair. She has the same
Hilary bob she got in 1995.” Sean rolled his eyes. “I’m not going to cut it
short. Trust me. I have more fashion sense in my little finger than most people
have in their entire body.”
    Quinn relented and released her death grip on the
towel. Sean threw it to the side and took a sip of his drink while he inspected
Quinn’s face. His nose scrunched and he let out small grunts as he circled her
chair. He checked her over one last time, picked up his shears and began to
snip her hair. Quinn gasped as she saw long strands of hair fall to the floor
around her. She closed her eyes and muttered under her breath.
    “What’s that? I can’t hear you,” Sean said.
“Relax. You’re going to be my greatest masterpiece. The Mona Lisa of hair. The
white whale of hairdressers everywhere. Longed for but rarely seen.”
    “Oh brother,” Indie groaned from inside the
apartment. “Your ego is growing with every snip. How did you become such a
diva?”
    “My brother took all my testosterone in the womb,”
Sean said.
    “Wait. You have a brother? How come I haven’t met
him?” Quinn asked.
    “Julian is my twin brother and he’s in the
military. He’s as straight and macho as I’m gay and fabulous. He does something
with helicopters and weapons. I don’t know. Stuff that gets you muddy.” Sean
waved his scissors in the air. “You’ll meet him soon enough and love him. All
the ladies do and he loves them back.”
    “Once you’re done with her hair, I’m going to snap
a picture to post on her profile page,” Indie said.
    “What profile page?” Quinn eyes flew open. She
wanted to see what Indie was doing and why she needed a picture of her.
    “The profile page I’m creating on True Hearts. I
do some freelance computer security for them and occasionally tweak the
algorithms they use to match prospective dates. I’m making you your very own
account and thanks to my mad skills creating backdoors into their server, its
free,” Indie said. Her fingers flew across the keys of her laptop. She gave one
last tap to the keyboard then set it on the table. She walked out onto the
balcony to inspect Sean’s work. “Wow! I take back everything I was thinking about
your big head. Quinn, you’re stunning!”
    “Your undying adoration is apology enough. No
peeking, Quinn. I want to tame those Neanderthal eyebrows of yours, and then
we’ll do the big reveal,” Sean said. He pulled tweezers out and began to pluck.
    “Ouch!” Quinn squirmed as Sean continued to pluck
away at her brows. “This is why I don’t wax or tweeze my brows. It hurts! I
thought the natural brow was the newest trend.”
    “Natural, yes. Unruly, no. The price of
traffic-stopping beauty, my love, does not come without a little pain and
plucking. Quit bitching and hold still. If you’re not careful you’ll end up
with a uni-brow on one side.”
    Quinn winced but forced