When I cut The Pook's unruly hair, Nolan attended the event. Gerret sat still for me and looked straight ahead. I was so proud of him. I can't even bribe Nolan to sit that still.
When the job was complete, Gerret reached his hands up and felt his fresh-cut top. His buzzed head felt so soft. His hands could not leave it alone. His eyes seemed a bit brighter (maybe because I could see them at last).
By this time, Nolan had lost interest and wandered off, so I called to him, "It's done!" He came running back and stopped mid-run when he caught sight of his brother. He was so astonished by Pooka's new look that his eyes got real big and he exclaimed:
It's a new boy!
Then quietly remarked,He looks like a rock star.
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