“It was a cold and rainy day in March. I went to Cristophe’s where I usually get my hair done, but Cristophe wasn’t there. He had mysteriously disappeared. In his place was a stranger named Rinaldo. I’ll never forget him. His eyes were steely gray. His hands were like ice. He said, ‘I’ll streak your hair and I’ll give you a body wave.’ He worked very fast and then, as he turned my chair around to face the mirror, I saw it. He permed me!”









