“It’s all right. I don’t know why either one of us thought it would be easy.”
“Do you think your ma is going to be as big of a problem as my family was?” Frank asked as he finished up cutting Gregory’s hair.
Gregory reviewed the trim job in the polished metal mirror. His thick reddish stubble shone in the late evening sun as he turned his head either way.
“Here, trim mine up,” Frank said after Gregory was done.
“Why don’t you grow it out again? That’s what I first noticed about you—your long dark hair.”
“I told you before, I haven’t decided if I’m going to grow it out again or not. Just trim up the ends. Ellen always told me that would help it grow better.”
Gregory trimmed Frank’s hair just a bit. “Remember when I had to shear your hair after Pea Ridge?” He laughed, recalling their first battle.
“Yes, don’t remind me. I had so much crap in my hair. We had no choice.”
“I’m serious when I tell you to grow it back out,” Gregory said as he finished up.