Every salon keeps a big paper datebook by the till. Most of the names in it come back on the same weekday, at roughly the same hour, for years. This notebook is about what that habit does for a head that has been working for more than half a century.
Its language is English because the people we picture reading it live across the United States and left their fiftieth birthday some distance back; hair never comes into it. The chair is only the setting. What we care about here is the standing appointment itself: a fixed point in the calendar, a face you expect to see, and a conversation that picks up where it stopped seven days earlier.
There is one long page and three short ones. The long page can be read in a sitting. The short ones are for the wallet, for knowing who writes this, and for knowing what the site keeps about a visitor.
The hours in the margin are decoration taken from the shape of a salon datebook. They are not opening hours, and nothing on these pages can be booked.