the pair of mean ex-friends have decided to become hairdressers and go to spy on the competitionâ€”theyâ€™re hip and fancy, and I tag along, drag alongâ€”they get seated in the window in their matching smocks, and Iâ€™m chatting with the woman next to me when she makes some comment about peopleâ€™s nasty cattinessâ€”I point over at one of the two in the window say, Iâ€™m sure thatâ€™s going on there. then I decide to get my hair cut, since Iâ€™m there, and go slick it down and sign in as a walk-inâ€”the haughty guy seats my unfashionable ass in the back room out of sight from the streetâ€”Iâ€™m irritated about different treatment, even though I know itâ€™s all poser bullshit, so I walk into the front room and take myself a seat near the windowsâ€”and suddenly sheâ€™s sitting down near me, looking me in the eye, saying something conciliatory after all this time, maybe even Iâ€™m sorryâ€”and I explode. I bend down over her, my hands on the arms of her chair and am yelling in her face, I hate you! I hate you! â€“ and then stop. and collect myself and back upâ€”and say, sadly, and I love you, too.
Iâ€™m on the roof of one of the pine river boathouses calling down to tiff, whoâ€™s in the river belowâ€”possibly in a boat, but I think swimming in that glorious clear waterâ€”and I call down and realize my voice is too loud, Iâ€™m shouting, and sound carries here like crystalâ€”so I call out again more quietly.
Iâ€™m standing inside a wooden structure and talking with an older woman whom I admire a great dealâ€”sheâ€™s an artist and very solid and kindâ€”also fond of me, tooâ€”that is, until her son shows up, whoâ€™s only 20, and falls in love with meâ€”and I think itâ€™ll be okayâ€”she likes me, right?â€”only when I look over at her, I realize sheâ€™s tight-lipped and ask, is this okay? and she sort of bursts out, definitely not!â€”and I hightail it out of there, angry and embarrassed and feeling confused and betrayed and generally disappointed.