Hair is not what it appears to be.<\/p>\n
Hair is trust.<\/p>\n
When someone sits in your chair, they give you something.<\/p>\n
They give you their reflection.<\/p>\n
They give you the back of their head, which is the part of themselves they cannot see, the part they must trust entirely to someone else.<\/p>\n
They give you their time and their proximity and the strange intimacy of hands in their hair.<\/p>\n
And they give you their words.<\/p>\n
Because there is something about the chair, about the angle of it, about looking at yourself in the mirror while someone works around you, that loosens people.<\/p>\n
They say things to their stylist they would not say to their therapist.<\/p>\n
They say things they have not said to anyone.<\/p>\n
I have heard confessions in that chair that would stop your breathing.<\/p>\n
I have heard grief and joy and the specific working-through that people do when they are trying to understand their own lives and they need to say it out loud to someone who is not going to repeat it.<\/p>\n
I keep what I hear.<\/p>\n
I always have.<\/p>\n
I have kept it for twenty-seven years.<\/p>\n
Until Ashley.<\/p>\n
Ashley I had to write down.<\/p>\n
My name is Carol Ann Reese, and for twenty-six years I have also been Carol Ann Eckert, which is the name I took when I married Dale Eckert in the summer between my twenty-second and twenty-third years, in a small church in Warner Robins, Georgia, with forty-three people present and a cake my aunt made and shoes that hurt my feet from the second hour forward.<\/p>\n
I married Dale because I loved him.<\/p>\n
I want to say that first.<\/p>\n
I loved him.<\/p>\n
I loved the specific version of him that existed before the business expanded and the money started coming in and the version of Dale that the money produced.<\/p>\n
The early Dale.<\/p>\n
The Dale who used to come into the salon before I had my own chair, when I was still working for someone else, and bring me coffee at eleven in the morning because he knew I had been on my feet since eight.<\/p>\n
The Dale who drove three hours to my mother\u2019s house every month because she was alone and he thought it was important.<\/p>\n
The Dale who once held me in the parking lot of a grocery store for twenty minutes because I had gotten news about a friend that made me unable to stand right.<\/p>\n
That Dale I loved completely.<\/p>\n
I am not sure what happened to that Dale.<\/p>\n
I think money happened to him.<\/p>\n
Not immediately.<\/p>\n
Gradually.<\/p>\n
Dale had been in roofing since he was twenty.<\/p>\n
He started as a laborer.<\/p>\n
He worked his way to foreman.<\/p>\n
He started his own operation when we were thirty, which required everything we had in savings and a loan from my father that my father pretended was a gift and that Dale paid back anyway with interest.<\/p>\n
For the first five years of the business we were not comfortable.<\/p>\n
We were managing.<\/p>\n
I was doing hair and Dale was working and we were raising our son Marcus and paying the mortgage and doing what people do when they are building something and the building has not yet become a thing.<\/p>\n
Then it became a thing.<\/p>\n
The commercial contracts came.<\/p>\n
The school buildings.<\/p>\n
The warehouse complexes.<\/p>\n
The hotels.<\/p>\n
Dale hired crews.<\/p>\n
Dale hired a bookkeeper.<\/p>\n
Dale hired an operations manager.<\/p>\n
The business grew the way businesses grow when the person running them has the specific quality Dale had, which was the ability to make people trust him.<\/p>\n
Dale could walk into a room and within twelve minutes he was the person everyone in the room wanted to say yes to.<\/p>\n
I had found this quality attractive when I married him.<\/p>\n
I found it<\/p>\n
instructive later.<\/p>\n
A man who can make anyone trust him has choices about who he uses that quality on.<\/p>\n
Dale used it on clients.<\/p>\n
He used it on his crews.<\/p>\n
He used it on me.<\/p>\n
He used it on Ashley.<\/p>\n
I do not blame Ashley.<\/p>\n
I want to say that now before I tell you the rest.<\/p>\n
I do not blame Ashley.<\/p>\n
She believed what she was told.<\/p>\n
She was told she was the one he chose.<\/p>\n
She was told the marriage was over in everything but paperwork.<\/p>\n
She was told the wife understood.<\/p>\n
She was told the wife had checked out.<\/p>\n
She was told the wife was someone who did hair or something.<\/p>\n
She believed these things because she had no reason not to.<\/p>\n
Because a man who can make anyone trust him had made her trust him.<\/p>\n
She was not the problem.<\/p>\n
She was a symptom.<\/p>\n
The problem was the man who had been handing me pens with a kiss for twenty-six years.<\/p>\n
Handing me the pen with a kiss.<\/p>\n
I had not thought about that phrase until she said it.<\/p>\n
And then I thought about it constantly.<\/p>\n
Every document I had ever signed without reading.<\/p>\n
Every form he had set in front of me with a brief explanation and his hand at the small of my back.<\/p>\n
Every time I had said: should I read this?<\/p>\n
And he had said: it\u2019s just routine, Carol Ann.<\/p>\n
Just routine.<\/p>\n
The business debt.<\/p>\n
The equipment loans.<\/p>\n
The back taxes.<\/p>\n
Routine.<\/p>\n
I have been a notary for eleven years.<\/p>\n
My certificate is taped beside the mirror at my station.<\/p>\n
It has been there since the afternoon I passed the exam, which I took because one of my clients mentioned she had done it and it cost her nothing and occasionally people needed things notarized and she charged twenty dollars and it was good for a slow Thursday.<\/p>\n
I passed on the first try.<\/p>\n
I hung the certificate.<\/p>\n
Dale never came to the salon.<\/p>\n
Dale had been to the salon twice in twenty-six years.<\/p>\n
Once when I first got my own chair and he came to see it.<\/p>\n
Once when my car was in the shop and he needed to drop something off.<\/p>\n
He had never noticed the certificate.<\/p>\n
He had never known I was a notary.<\/p>\n
He had found out from Ashley.<\/p>\n
Ashley had told him because Ashley bragged about me.<\/p>\n
I had not known this about Ashley until that last Thursday.<\/p>\n
But Ashley told her man everything, the way people in new love do, and one of the things she had told him was that her hair stylist was fantastic and reliable and had a notary stamp right there in the salon and was the kind of woman you could trust completely.<\/p>\n
She had no idea whose wife was holding the scissors.<\/p>\n
And he had no idea the notary was his wife.<\/p>\n
Which meant that on Friday he was going to walk into my salon to have fraudulent documents notarized.<\/p>\n
Documents transferring debt into my name.<\/p>\n
Documents signed with my forged signature.<\/p>\n
Signed by my husband.<\/p>\n
Who had been doing my signature for years.<\/p>\n
Because, as Ashley had said with the specific casualness of someone reporting a minor administrative detail: she never reads anything anyway.<\/p>\n
I did not drop the scissors.<\/p>\n
I did not make a sound.<\/p>\n
I said: of course, sweetie. Tell him Friday at four.<\/p>\n
And after Ashley left with her foils beautifully done and her twenty-dollar tip on the counter, I flipped the sign on my station and I sat in my own chair and I looked at myself in my own mirror.<\/p>\n
I looked at the face of a woman who had put off a mammogram because of the copay.<\/p>\n
Who cleaned a dentist\u2019s office on Saturdays since last spring.<\/p>\n
Who had believed for two years that the business was struggling.<\/p>\n
Who had not questioned the documents because her husband handed them to her with a kiss.<\/p>\n
I looked at that woman for a long time.<\/p>\n
Then I opened my appointment book.<\/p>\n
I read through everything I had written.<\/p>\n
Every Thursday for months.<\/p>\n
Dates.<\/p>\n
Times.<\/p>\n
Dollar amounts.<\/p>\n
The condo on the north side.<\/p>\n
The boat account.<\/p>\n
The company that leased the white Lexus.<\/p>\n
The names of the people Ashley had mentioned, the accountant and the attorney Dale used, the bank where the account was held.<\/p>\n
<\/span> Everything she had told me in the chair.<\/p>\n Everything I had written in the back of my appointment book because some part of me that I had not consciously identified yet had understood that this information mattered.<\/p>\n That it needed to be kept.<\/p>\n I picked up my phone.<\/p>\n I thought about who I knew.<\/p>\n I do hair in Macon.<\/p>\n In Macon, Georgia, I know everyone.<\/p>\n I know the mayor\u2019s wife.<\/p>\n I know the city council.<\/p>\n I know the women who run the nonprofits and the women who fund them.<\/p>\n I know the teachers and the nurses and the doctors and the attorneys.<\/p>\n I know all of them because they have all sat in my chair.<\/p>\n I know which attorneys I do not do hair for.<\/p>\n There was one divorce attorney in Bibb County whose hair I did not do.<\/p>\n Her name is Patrice Moody.<\/p>\n I had not done her hair because her regular stylist was a friend of mine and I would not poach.<\/p>\n But I knew Patrice.<\/p>\n I had met her at a charity dinner two years ago.<\/p>\n She had the specific quality of a woman who listened before she spoke and who did not waste either.<\/p>\n I called her at three-forty.<\/p>\n She answered on the second ring.<\/p>\n I said: Patrice. This is Carol Reese. We met at the Mercer fundraiser.<\/p>\n She said: Carol Ann. Yes. I remember.<\/p>\n I said: I need to talk to you about something.<\/p>\n She said: okay.<\/p>\n I said: it\u2019s going to take a few minutes.<\/p>\n She said: go ahead.<\/p>\n I talked for eleven minutes.<\/p>\n I know it was eleven minutes because I watched the clock on my station counter, the small digital clock I kept there so I knew when appointments were running long.<\/p>\n I told her everything.<\/p>\n Every Thursday.<\/p>\n Every entry in the appointment book.<\/p>\n The boat account.<\/p>\n The condo.<\/p>\n The debt transfer.<\/p>\n The forged signatures.<\/p>\n The documents he was planning to bring to me on Friday.<\/p>\n The fact that he did not know he was bringing them to his wife.<\/p>\n Patrice did not interrupt.<\/p>\n When I finished, there was a silence.<\/p>\n Then she said: Carol. Bring the appointment book.<\/p>\n She said: and on Friday, let him hand you the folder before you look up.<\/p>\n I said: you\u2019ll be there?<\/p>\n She said: I\u2019ll be in the shampoo chair behind the curtain.<\/p>\n She said: with my phone recording.<\/p>\n I said: Patrice.<\/p>\n She said: yes.<\/p>\n I said: is this going to work?<\/p>\n She said: Carol Ann.<\/p>\n She said: a man is about to walk into a salon to have his wife notarize documents containing his wife\u2019s forged signature, while his wife stands in front of him holding a notary stamp.<\/p>\n She said: yes.<\/p>\n She said: this is going to work.<\/p>\n I did not sleep well Thursday night.<\/p>\n Not because I was afraid.<\/p>\n Because I was thinking.<\/p>\n Thinking about the twenty-six years.<\/p>\n Not with bitterness.<\/p>\n With the specific clarity that arrives when the fog of a situation finally lifts and you can see the actual terrain.<\/p>\n I thought about the early years.<\/p>\n The coffee at eleven in the morning.<\/p>\n The drives to my mother\u2019s house.<\/p>\n The parking lot.<\/p>\n The twenty minutes.<\/p>\n I thought about when the fog had started.<\/p>\n Not when the deception had started.<\/p>\n When the fog had started.<\/p>\n When I had stopped asking questions.<\/p>\n When I had started accepting the pen with the kiss.<\/p>\n When I had decided that not knowing was easier than knowing.<\/p>\n I had made that decision somewhere.<\/p>\n I could not identify the exact moment.<\/p>\n But I had made it.<\/p>\n And the making of it had produced the woman who cleaned a dentist\u2019s office on Saturdays and put off her mammogram and believed the business was struggling while her husband maintained a boat account with four hundred thousand dollars.<\/p>\n I was not entirely without responsibility for the fog.<\/p>\n I had chosen it.<\/p>\n Not the deception.<\/p>\n The fog.<\/p>\n I thought about this for a long time in the dark and then I got up and made coffee and sat at my kitchen table with my appointment book and I read through it again.<\/p>\n And I thought: no more fog.<\/p>\n Not one more day of it.<\/p>\n I called Marcus in the morning.<\/p>\n My son.<\/p>\n He was twenty-four.<\/p>\n He lived in Atlanta.<\/p>\n He worked in marketing for a company that made outdoor equipment.<\/p>\n He was the specific kind of young man who had his father\u2019s face and his mother\u2019s quality of attention.<\/p>\n He answered on the first ring.<\/p>\n He said: Mom. You okay?<\/p>\n I said: yes.<\/p>\n I said: I need to tell you something.<\/p>\n He said: okay.<\/p>\n I told him.<\/p>\n Not everything.<\/p>\n The shape of it.<\/p>\n He was quiet for a moment.<\/p>\n Then he said: how long have you known?<\/p>\n I said: months.<\/p>\n He said: months.<\/p>\n I said: yes.<\/p>\n He said: Mom.<\/p>\n I said: Marcus.<\/p>\n He said: why didn\u2019t you.<\/p>\n I said: I was figuring out what I knew before I said what I knew.<\/p>\n He was quiet.<\/p>\n He said: what are you going to do?<\/p>\n I said: I have a plan.<\/p>\n He said: do you need me to come?<\/p>\n I said: not yet.<\/p>\n I said: I\u2019ll call you Friday evening.<\/p>\n He said: Mom.<\/p>\n He said: are you sure?<\/p>\n I said: yes.<\/p>\n He said: okay.<\/p>\n He said: I love you.<\/p>\n I said: I know.<\/p>\n He said: he\u2019s an idiot.<\/p>\n I said: yes.<\/p>\n He said: an idiot who is going to regret it.<\/p>\n I said: yes.<\/p>\n I said: I know.<\/p>\n I went to work Friday morning and I did three haircuts and a color and a blowout and I talked to my clients the way I always talked to my clients, which is with my full attention on them and their lives and what they needed.<\/p>\n Because that is what I do.<\/p>\n That is what I have always done.<\/p>\n At three-fifteen I told the other stylists I had a private appointment coming in at four.<\/p>\n This was not unusual.<\/p>\n I sometimes had clients who preferred confidentiality.<\/p>\n Everyone respected this.<\/p>\n At three-thirty Patrice arrived.<\/p>\n She came in quietly.<\/p>\n She was wearing the specific clothes of someone who had decided not to be noticed, which on Patrice was difficult because Patrice had the quality of someone who occupied space with authority.<\/p>\n But she tried.<\/p>\n She sat in the shampoo chair behind the curtain at the back of my station.<\/p>\n She arranged herself so that the chair was angled toward the counter.<\/p>\n She set her phone on her knee.<\/p>\n She said: ready?<\/p>\n I said: yes.<\/p>\n She said: Carol Ann.<\/p>\n I said: yes.<\/p>\n She said: you know that you don\u2019t have to do it this way.<\/p>\n She said: you could have come to me yesterday and we could have filed and served him.<\/p>\n I said: I know.<\/p>\n She said: why this way?<\/p>\n I thought about it.<\/p>\n I said: because he needs to see who is standing there.<\/p>\n She said: yes.<\/p>\n She said: I thought that was it.<\/p>\n She said: okay.<\/p>\n She said: whenever you\u2019re ready.<\/p>\n I stood at my station.<\/p>\n I turned slightly toward the mirror.<\/p>\n My face looked the way my face had looked for months.<\/p>\n Calm.<\/p>\n Too calm.<\/p>\n Calm like ice on a pond.<\/p>\n At three-fifty-eight I heard the truck.<\/p>\n I knew the sound of Dale\u2019s truck.<\/p>\n I had known it for twenty-six years.<\/p>\n The specific sound of the engine.<\/p>\n The way it rattled slightly on the right side because he had never gotten around to fixing it.<\/p>\n I watched in the mirror.<\/p>\n The truck pulled to the curb.<\/p>\n Ashley was in the passenger seat.<\/p>\n I could see her through the window, fixing her lipstick in the visor mirror.<\/p>\n She was wearing a yellow blouse.<\/p>\n She had the hair I had done for her two days ago.<\/p>\n It looked good.<\/p>\n I am good at my work.<\/p>\n Dale got out first.<\/p>\n He had a folder under his arm.<\/p>\n He was wearing his good shirt, the blue one he wore when he wanted to make an impression.<\/p>\n He had put on weight since the early years.<\/p>\n Not dramatically.<\/p>\n But I knew his body.<\/p>\n I had known his body for twenty-six years.<\/p>\n He looked good in the way men look good when they have money and confidence and are used to walking into rooms expecting them to arrange themselves in his favor.<\/p>\n He came through the door.<\/p>\n He took off his sunglasses.<\/p>\n He set the folder on the counter.<\/p>\n And he looked up.<\/p>\n He saw who was standing behind the notary stamp.<\/p>\n He said my name.<\/p>\n He said it the way you say a word when it has lost its meaning.<\/p>\n Carol Ann.<\/p>\n He said it and then he did not say anything else.<\/p>\n He did not move.<\/p>\n He stood at the counter with the folder between us and he looked at my face.<\/p>\n I looked at his.<\/p>\n I said: Dale.<\/p>\n He said: what is.<\/p>\n He said: you\u2019re the.<\/p>\n He stopped.<\/p>\n He looked at the notary certificate on the wall.<\/p>\n He looked at my stamp on the counter.<\/p>\n He looked at me.<\/p>\n He said: you knew.<\/p>\n I said: I have known since October.<\/p>\n He said: October.<\/p>\n He said: that\u2019s.<\/p>\n He said: she.<\/p>\n He said: Ashley comes here.<\/p>\n I said: every Thursday at two.<\/p>\n He said: you never said.<\/p>\n I said: no.<\/p>\n He said: Carol Ann.<\/p>\n He reached for the folder.<\/p>\n I put my hand on it.<\/p>\n Not aggressively.<\/p>\n Just my hand.<\/p>\n On the folder.<\/p>\n He stopped.<\/p>\n I said: Patrice.<\/p>\n From behind the curtain, Patrice stood up.<\/p>\n She came around to where Dale could see her.<\/p>\n She was still holding her phone.<\/p>\n She said: Mr. Eckert.<\/p>\n He looked at her.<\/p>\n He looked at me.<\/p>\n <\/span> He looked at the phone.<\/p>\n![\"Ezoic\"](\"https:\/\/go.ezodn.com\/utilcave_com\/ezoic.png\" "\\"ezoic\\"")
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