His aunt smiled at him as he returned his attention to his work. She always liked the Ashford uniform for boys, and seeing her nephew in his short pleated culottes, his black Mary Jane’s, and his diamond-patterned knee socks, he looked positively lovely.
She noticed that his hair was getting longer and pictured him with it tied up in bunches, but instantly felt guilty. She shook the image from her mind and struck up some small talk with her sister. “I say Michael’s hair’s getting quite long.” She said. “I expect a trip to the barber is due?”
“Oh, I don’t know.” His mother replied as Michael swept his fringe to one side. “I quite like it a little longer.”
“Oh, it looks nice.” Sandra agreed, “I’m just used to seeing it cropped.”
