Charles took a deepbreath before he asked, "Do you think she would be willing to cut myhair?" Of course she will. She loves to get a few extra dollar... thrown herway. Don't worry about it too. Pola cut my hair for years. She cutsall my friends hair and a number of other girls too." Is she licensed?" Charles inquired.Jane's laughter in response gave Charles all the answer he need to hisquestion before Jane replied, "She's not licensed or anything, but girlslike you and the rest of my. That color isso perfect. I really love it."Gloria looked nice too. Her dress was plainer than mine and all black.She was also wearing black pumps and sheer black hosiery. The onlycolor she had on was in her jewelry. She had on a really prettynecklace and matching earrings in a lavender tone with antique gold. Itwas very becoming and quite eye-catching.As I stood back to look at her I realized how short her dress was too."Wow, look who's talking. You look hot. And I love that necklace. It'sso. .. Even after my hair turned white, even after I fled to Shanghai, I still hated you. Spring, summer, autumn, winter... Rain or shine, day or night. It was as if my brain fed on my hatred for you. I was able to constantly maintain a state of consciousness, as if I'd forgotten what sleep was! An ordinary person's mind and body would be calmed by sleep, but when I slept it only quieted my body; my mind remained conscious... My ever-conscious mind reached through my spinal cord to every nerve in. Janey had been filled with a wonderful anxiety ever since Tyler had left her a note asking her to be here (by the second picnic table near the mouth of the river trail, no less). She drummed her fingers on the green enamel coated wood of the bench as evening gave way to dusky night. Part of her felt like a giddy little school girl, though being a high school senior and physically as far from little as a woman could get, she let herself revel in the anticipation. ‘He’s not the kind of guy who.