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David’s Haircut
This passage is adapted from the story “David’s Haircut” by Ken Elkes. The story depicts a boy going to get his haircut with his father accompanying him (©2016 Ken Elkes).
When David steps out of the front door he is blinded for a moment by the white, fizzing sunlight and reaches instinctively for his dad’s hand.
It’s the first really warm day of the year, an unexpected heat that bridges the cusp between spring and summer. Father and son are on their way to the barbershop, something they have always done together.
Always, the routine is the same. “It’s about time we got that mop of yours cut,” David’s dad will say. “Perhaps I should do it. Where are those shears, Janet?”
Sometimes his dad chases him round the living room, pretending to cut off his ears. When he was young David used to get too excited and start crying, scared that maybe he really would lose his ears, but he has long since grown out of that.
Mr. Samuels’ barbershop is in a long room above the chip shop, reached by a steep flight of stairs. There is a groove worn in each step by the men who climb and descend in a regular stream. David follows his father, annoyed that he cannot make each step creak like his old man can.
David loves the barbershop—it’s like nowhere else he goes. Black and white photographs of men with various out-of-fashion hairstyles hang above a picture rail at the end of the room, where two barber’s chairs are bolted to the floor. They are heavy, old-fashioned chairs with foot pumps that hiss and chatter as Mr. Samuels adjusts the height of the seat. At the back of the room sit the customers.
When it is David’s turn for a cut, Mr. Samuels places a wooden board covered with a piece of oxblood red leather across the arms of the chair, so that the barber doesn’t have to stoop to cut the boy’s hair. David scrambles up onto the bench.
“The rate you’re shooting up, you won’t need this soon, you’ll be sat in the chair,” the barber says.
“Wow,” says David, squirming round to look at his dad, forgetting that he can see him through the mirror. “Dad, Mr. Samuels said I could be sitting in the chair soon, not just on the board!”
“So I hear,” his father replies, not looking up from the paper. “I expect Mr. Samuels will start charging me more for your hair then.”
“At least double the price,” says Mr. Samuels, winking at David.
Finally David’s dad looks up from his newspaper and glances into the mirror, seeing his son looking back at him. He smiles.
“Wasn’t so long ago when I had to lift you onto that board because you couldn’t climb up there yourself,” he says.
“They don’t stay young for long do they, kids,” Mr. Samuels declares. All the men in the shop nod in agreement. David nods too.
In the mirror he sees a little head sticking out of a long nylon cape that Mr. Samuels has swirled around him and folded into his collar with a wedge of cotton wool. Occasionally he steals glances at the barber as he works. He smells a mixture of stale sweat and aftershave as the barber moves around him, combing and snipping, combing and snipping.
David feels like he is in another world, noiseless except for the scuffing of the barber’s shoes on the linoleum and the snap of his scissors. In the reflection from the window he can see the barber’s careful movements.
Sleepily, his eyes drop to the front of the cape where his hair falls with the same softness as snow, and he imagines sitting in the chair just like the men and older boys, the special bench left leaning against the wall in the corner.
When Mr. Samuels has finished, David hops down from the seat, rubbing the itchy hair from his face. Looking down he sees his own thick, blonde hair scattered among the browns, greys, and blacks of the men who have sat in the chair before him. For a moment he wants to reach down and gather up the broken blonde locks, to separate them from the others, but he does not have time.
The sun is still strong when they reach the pavement outside the shop, but it is less fiery now, already beginning to drop from its zenith.
“I tell you what, lad, let’s get some fish and chips to take home, save your mum from cooking tea,” says David’s dad and turns up the street.
The youngster is excited and grabs his dad’s hand. The thick-skinned fingers close gently around his and David is surprised to find, warming in his father’s palm, a lock of his own hair.
Question 1
This question has two parts. Answer Part A, and then answer Part B.
Part A
How does being on the board in the barber’s chair make David feel?
Responses
A doubtfuldoubtful
B contentcontent
C frightenedfrightened
D thankfulthankful
Question 2
Part B
Which sentence from the excerpt BEST supports the answer in Part A?
Responses
A “David feels like he is in another world, noiseless except for the scuffing of the barber’s shoes on the linoleum and the snap of his scissors.”“David feels like he is in another world, noiseless except for the scuffing of the barber’s shoes on the linoleum and the snap of his scissors.”
B “When Mr. Samuels has finished, David hops down from the seat, rubbing the itchy hair from his face.”“When Mr. Samuels has finished, David hops down from the seat, rubbing the itchy hair from his face.”
C “Mr. Samuels’ barbershop is in a long room above the chip shop, reached by a steep flight of stairs.”“Mr. Samuels’ barbershop is in a long room above the chip shop, reached by a steep flight of stairs.”
D “When he was young David used to get too excited and start crying, scared that maybe he really would lose his ears, but he has long since grown out of that.”“When he was young David used to get too excited and start crying, scared that maybe he really would lose his ears, but he has long since grown out of that.”
Question 1
Part A
B) content
Question 2
Part B
A) “David feels like he is in another world, noiseless except for the scuffing of the barber’s shoes on the linoleum and the snap of his scissors."