My nine-year-old son had been going to the same barbershop for almost two years. But after one routine haircut, the new barber quietly pulled me aside. Ten minutes later, I found something behind Ethan’s ear. Twenty minutes after that, two police cars were outside my house.
Our regular barber, Tony, was finishing another customer when we arrived that Saturday, and Ethan immediately complained that he was starving.
Marcus, the new barber, laughed from the empty chair beside us and offered to take him.
Tony glanced over. “He’s good, Megan. I promise.”
Ethan shrugged, so I agreed.
Everything was normal for the first 15 minutes. Ethan talked about soccer while Marcus asked about school. I answered emails on my phone and occasionally looked up when Ethan accused Marcus of cutting too much.
Then Marcus started trimming behind Ethan’s left ear.
His clippers stopped.
I noticed because Ethan stopped talking too.
Marcus moved his hair aside and stared at the skin for several seconds before his eyes lifted to mine in the mirror.
Something in his expression had changed.
“What?” I asked.
Marcus shook his head and finished the haircut, but the joking stopped. When Ethan ran outside to look at the candy machine, Marcus brushed the hair from the cape and leaned toward me.
“Check behind his left ear.”
I frowned. “For what?”
Another customer was approaching, and Marcus lowered his voice. “At home. Look carefully.”
That was all he’d say.
Ten minutes later, Ethan was standing in our kitchen while I pushed his freshly cut hair away from his ear. At first I saw only a small flesh-colored patch.
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