As she worked he wondered how his hair had gotten so long ashe could now see it as some of it hung in front of his eyes as sheworked on it. Once again...she spun his chair as she reached for hercurling iron as she worked on a section of his hair. As she constantlyturned his chair he was able to see how much longer his hair was nowwhich was puzzling. After about a half hour of curling and pulling shemoved from his view flipping the long layers of his hair to one sideallowing him to get a full look. She shook it loose. A vaguely appreciative grunt could be heard from the audience. I had the impression that while they were amused by the display, some of them felt it was all going on a bit too long. Julia looked up at the camera and gave it a knowing smile. "Well," she said, "I've never refused if my boss asked me to take a few things down."Brian continued with his patter. "I see," he said. "And the quality of your work?"Well," Julia said, "of course I make mistakes the same as anyone else.. "What's the matter mom? What has Uncle Wally said to upset you?" I asked."I don't know how to tell you this, so it's probably best that I just show you the filth that Wally bought into our house today," she responded.I looked at her quizzically again but she just pointed with her chin at the television set and hit the play button on VCR remote."Look," she said in a sad, heart-rending voice.I was shocked at the scene playing on our TV screen in livid colour. It was recorded video of a person. And so when we were old enough to stay home without a babysitter, my parents started to go out on Saturday evenings. They had been doing it for several years when the shooting occurred. “Geez Carole, would you hurry up!” Dad yelled up the stairs. “We are going to be late.” I didn’t need to look at the clock to know that it was exactly 8:17 p.m. It was Saturday night, and like every other Saturday night, Mom and Dad were heading out to see a movie after dinner. As I mentioned in the beginning,.