My brother visited the barber Tony as needed but on one visit Tony's wife motioned to him that she was ready to cut his hair.
My brother, dissatisfied with the results, immediately prepared himself for his next visit.
Upon his return when Tony's wife motioned to him he told her that his mother only wanted Tony to cut his hair.
Later that week my mother was grocery shopping when she ran into Tony's wife. Tony's wife did not seem overly friendly and seemed intent on informing my mother that when she attended beauty school she got all A's in her classes. "I want you to know I got A,A,A,A!" she announced. My mother smiled and commented," Oh, that's wonderful," but thought the conversation a bit odd.
When my mother returned home she relayed the conversation to the family and my brother revealed the white lie he had told.
I think he still sees the same barber today but is always on the ready with a story if the barber's wife motions him towards her chair.
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