Kelley lay in a heap on the cellar floor, her mind spinning and unable to fully grasp the severity of what had just transpired. Her hair – shorn off! With one cruel and vicious snip of the scissors her glorious, floor length hair was completely gone and left in uneven lengths around her head… no one strand more than 6 inches long.
As this was just the late 1700′s, punk hair was not yet in style. The local barber shop was typically staffed by snake-oil salesmen and it was not uncommon for the one walking out to look as though they’d been trimmed by a blind epileptic. So assuming she was able to escape the cellar, there would be no hair-disaster help for Kelley at this time. At least not by those talentless hacks.
Not that it mattered anyway.. Kelley was not getting out of the cellar anytime soon. After the hair carnage incident, Grismelda had gone off to the neighbors where the wife of the house and she had settled in for a long afternoon of gossip and tea, spiked with a healthy dose of dandelion wine. It would be the next day before her head cleared and she remembered where Kelley was.
Unfortunately, Kelley’s father had traveled to the neighboring county a few days earlier to engage in horse trading and seed buying. So he was not around to intervene on Kelley’s behalf and get her out of the cellar. Which actually was a good thing — this time of forced imprisonment would plant the seeds for what would eventually become the Soapies Supplies Kingdom. So while this was not Kelley’s idea of a real good time, it WAS a necessary evil…