When Thomas shuffled in, she smiled gently. “You’re next, if you want.”
The buzzing of clippers echoed softly in the small backroom of Grace’s Barbershop, a modest corner spot in downtown Willow Creek. The room smelled of talcum powder, bay rum, and coffee that had been reheated one too many times. The chair, worn leather and iron, had seen hundreds of heads — but today, it cradled … Read more