It’s getting hot here in Santiago, and I suppose the heat on Katie’s neck pushed her to make a rash decision.
She wanted to trim her hair, and she requested that I cut it. Probably because I’m a DIY hair-cutting pro based on my head shaving ritual.
It was windy and her hair was fluttering.
The sunlight and shadows were all wrong.
Her head was tilted and bobbling.
She was threatening me before I started, which upped the pressure.
The situation was off the rails before the first snip, and those 30 seconds will be an indelible memory in our marriage.