A Sister Indeed

 

Mary-Anne Fletcher was wondering what hair cut she would decide to get when she went to the hairdresser today. He hair had grown long and had begun to develop split ends. Even when she’d used the healthiest shampoo and conditioner on the market her hair still became like this when it was too long. Just at that thought the phone rang. It was her sister, Sarah.

“Hello,” she said. “Hey Maer, I was wondering if you could help me pay off my small time loans? It’s been building interest and I want to get it out of the way. It’ll be ZAR1000 – to be deposited by the end of this month.”

“Sure, Sarah. Just text me the banks’ details and I can do that for you.”

Sarah had taken out some personal loans online in NZ to pay for a hospital bill when her leg was broken in a car accident two years ago. This was something small that she could do for her. Sarah had helped her out when she needed money at university. This is the reason she would always give to her if she could.

She noted the banks’ details and drove to the hairdresser. Her hairstylist, Jean May, commented on her split ends and asked what she’s wanted. “A straight cut with a small layering in the front.” She added that she wanted to dye her hair black in order to cover the grey hairs that were growing in a streak in the front.

Jones sent her to get her hair shampooed and conditioned. She always found the head massage at hairdressers soothing. As the assistant, Anne Khuzwayo, washed her hair, Jones mixed the dye. Khuzwayo then dried her hair and she went to sit in the chair in front of the mirror.

Jones began to dye her hair layer by layer. “And what are you up to these days Fletcher?”

“This and that, painting a lot more these days. Still working as a cashier a the SPCA. Nothing special. How is your Great Dane?”

“He’s grown since the last time you were here. I don’t know what we’re going to do with him when he gets to be fully grown. He stands up and almost knocks me down when I come home from work. A gentle spirited one, though.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

The rest of visit there was silent, except for the snipping of Fletcher’s hair. Jones blow-dried it and checked to see if all the grey had been covered. It had.

“Nice,” she said.

She paid Jones ZAR350 and left for the banks.