When it is Tom’s turn for a cut, Mr. Smith places a wooden board covered with a piece of red leather across the arms of the chair, so that the barber doesn’t have to bend to cut the boy’s hair.
“Hey, young man, you’re , you won’t need this soon, you’ll be able to sit in the chair.” the barber says.
“Wow,” says Tom, turning round to look at his dad. “Dad, Mr. Smith said I could be sitting in the chair soon, not just on the !”
“So I hear,” his father replies. “I expect Mr. Smith will start me more for your hair then.”
In the Tom sees a little head sticking out of a long nylon cape. Occasionally he glances at the barber as he works. He smells a(n) of smelly sweat and aftershave as the barber moves around him, combing and cutting.
Tom feels like he is in another world, except for the sound of the barber’s shoes rubbing on the plastic carpet and the of his scissors. In the from the window he could see through the window, a few small clouds moved slowly through the frame, moving to the of the scissors’ click.
Sleepily, his eyes dropping to the front of the cape where his hair softly as snow and he sitting in the chair just like the men and older boys, the special left leaning against the wall in the corner.
When Mr. Smith has , Tom hops down from the seat. , he sees his own thick, hair mixed among the browns, greys and blacks of the men who have sat in the chair before him. For a moment he wants to reach down and the broken blonde hair, to them from the others, but he does not have time.
They reach the pavement outside the shop. “I tell you what, boy, let’s get some fish and chips to take home, your mum from cooking tea,” says Tom’s dad.
Tom is excited and catches his dad’s hand. He is surprised to find, warming in his father’s palm, a handful of his own .
When it is Tom’s turn for a cut, Mr. Smith places a wooden board covered with a piece of red leather across the arms of the chair, so that the barber doesn’t have to bend to cut the boy’s hair. “Hey, young man, you’re , you won’t need this soon, you’ll be able to sit in the chair.” the barber says.“Wow,” says Tom, turning round to look at his dad. “Dad, Mr. Smith said I could be sitting in the chair soon, not just on the !”“So I hear,” his father replies. “I expect Mr. Smith will start me more for your hair then.”In the Tom sees a little head sticking out of a long nylon cape. Occasionally he glances at the barber as he works. He smells a(n) of smelly sweat and aftershave as the barber moves around him, combing and cutting.Tom feels like he is in another world, except for the sound of the barber’s shoes rubbing on the plastic carpet and the of his scissors. In the from the window he could see through the window, a few small clouds moved slowly through the frame, moving to the of the scissors’ click.Sleepily, his eyes dropping to the front of the cape where his hair softly as snow and he sitting in the chair just like the men and older boys, the special left leaning against the wall in the corner. When Mr. Smith has , Tom hops down from the seat. , he sees his own thick, hair mixed among the browns, greys and blacks of the men who have sat in the chair before him. For a moment he wants to reach down and the broken blonde hair, to them from the others, but he does not have time.他们到达店外的路面。"我告诉你什么,男孩,让我们带回家,你妈妈从烹饪茶,一些鱼和薯条"汤姆的爸爸说。汤姆是兴奋,并且捉住他爸爸的手。他很惊讶地发现,变暖在他父亲的手掌,他自己一把。
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