In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com

ULA AT MADAME'S EARLIER
The hair had to go.
The star coiffeur swept into the room. "Ah! Madame d'Oc, ma
magicienne!"
"Ula, cherie! Ah, the simplicity of the costume complements
our masterpiece perfectly! Are you growing another?" Madame d'Oc
tugged at the third sleeve of Maia's outfit that dangled off her shoulder
and chuckled.
"Many more as I dance worlds in and out of existence," Ula
joked.
"Be careful what you wish for! But you are radiant, as always. I
take it Mexico agreed wit you?"
"He did a good job, Jorge, don't you think? I could pass for
twenty-five. You know he trained in Milan as a sculptor before
pursuing plastic surgery au Val de Grâce?"
"How eez his wife, Esperanza? She trained here, you know,
many years ago!"
"I had no idea! But that explains why she couldn't enter the
Miss Mexico pageant. Eh, bien, Madame, I want you to cut it off and
shave it shiny smooth."
Madame gave a stifled gasp. Ula swivelled around in her
lavender dentist's chair to face the old hairdresser directly, in 3
dimensions then spun back to the mirror, turning her head this way and
that, and saying to no one in particular, "I have a good skull, so I think
it just might work, like that Irish singer who screams at the pope. Alors
qu'ens pensez vous?"
"It is not sexy!" Not what Madame had in mind.
"Oh, really! Who needs hair to seduce and enthrall in the
twenty-first century?"
"But are you certain it will be good for the career? What we
have now is what you say in English, 'a winner', pas vrai?" Madame
cajoled into her customer's ear.
"The career is virtual now. I have been liberated from the
material world into the immortal dimension. My exterior must reflect
my inner purity."
"Ah? Hmmf! And what will the divine Alessandro think when
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