Every morning it is the same, I say, because I must make sure to wake up before Emanuel, or else. The alarm clock which is near my ear takes me from some dream, which is always happy as it must be for my husband's sake, and I ease him from his sleep. They are cruel. But he is a man. They like to hurt people, hurt them when they feel safe in their hands.
Real barbers are nice.
They make people's heads look cared for. They make heads look like sausage, like red beef and like chum. Don't pay any attention. They're just bad dreams that try to control you. And this makes me laugh cheerily, and he looks more quizzically at me.