The boys were having fun as the ladies of the salon started trimming their hair and getting them ready for new clothes from the boutique. Constantine didn't know what to do—his hands were out and people were trimming nails on both sides, his feet were uncovered and they were clean and scrubbed and those in a footbath, Miss Sonja had a hot towel on his face with a cream all over it, and was trimming his curly locks.
The bell on the front door rang again and Willie came running in looking for his dad—didn't take long to find him. The young lady that was trimming Robbie's hair looked at Willie and frowned. "Young lady, either you need a shampoo and set or young man and you need a haircut before someone proposes to you—could you look like a little girl at all in curls."
"See there son, been telling you that you get out in this human world that mistake you for a little girl and put a dress on you," Robbie laughed.
