First meeting in the barbershop - part 2 by Jarino

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First meeting in the barbershop - part 2
For the continuation of the story, I recommend reading the first part of the story. My first encounter with an old fashioned barber was when I was six and Ken was 10 at the time. Grandma ordered grandpa to take us to her old-fashioned village barber. Grandma was very strict and our family members obeyed her. Since the first haircut on the instructions of our grandmother, we have received a new short haircut regularly every 4 weeks.
School ended in a few days and we were looking forward to summer. We had planned when Ken and I would spend the holidays in the village with grandfather and grandmother.
We arrived already for 5 haircuts. School ended in a few days and we were looking forward to summer. When we arrived at the railway station, not grandfather but grandmother was waiting for us. After the welcome, Grandma gave instructions to my mother and Uncle Bruce. Then she said: The boys and I are going to the barber. Not one of them liked the idea of visiting a barbershop, but we knew that that was the main reason we came to see grandfather and grandmother.
Upon arrival at the barbershop, there were a few more customers waiting. Today there were also more boys whose parents took them for a haircut before the end of the school year. After over an hour of waiting, the barber called another please. Grandma said: Ken, it's your turn, go and sit in Mr. Barber's chair. I was surprised that today will be the first Ken's haircut, I've always had a haircut.
Grandma told the barber to give the grandchildren a short summer haircut. I did not understand the barber, the question he asked the grandmother. But the grandmother answered: yes. Ken was wrapped up in sheets and his fate was sealed.
The barber started cutting Ken's hair. Which fell on the raincoat and on the ground. I couldn't believe my eyes. I didn't expect the hairstyle we would leave the barbershop with today. The boys who were waiting for their haircuts smiled when they saw Ken cutting hair.
Before Ken left the barber's chair, Grandma helped me sit on a high wooden chair for small children. The chair was turned away from the mirror, so I could only see the waiting chairs. I looked at Ken who was crying when he saw himself in the mirror. I knew that in a few minutes I would have the same haircut.
The barber wrapped me in a sheet. He tilted my head, applied electric clippers to my forehead. After starting them, the barber gradually cut the top of my head, then cut my hair on the right side and later on the left side. At the end, he cut the hair at the nape of my neck. When the barber turned off the electric clippers, he replaced them with another one with very fine teeth. He cut my hair again on the crown, both sides of my head and the nape of my neck. Before freeing me from under the sheet, he corrected my forehead, sideburns, ears and neck with a razor. Before he released the sheet, he brushed my face and around my neck with a hand brush.
Jumping off the chair, I grabbed my head and started rubbing it. Just like Ken, I had no hair on my head, just a very small stubble that gently irritated my palms after stroking. The stubble was about 1/250 of an inch.
No one in my class at the end of the school year had such a humiliating haircut. That's why I was the center of attention. The boys wanted to stroke my bald head and laughed while doing so.
Next, we were waiting for 2 more such same hairstyles. In the middle of the holidays and just before the start of the new school year.

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