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salon that does extensions.”
    We rifled through the phone book and found a one-page ad for Extensions Hair Salon. ‘If You Can’t Grow It, I Can Sew It. Money Back Guarantee.’
    â€œLet’s try this one!”
    The salon had a cancellation for Friday, and with graduation on Saturday morning, it was perfect.
    I was greeted at the salon by a woman named Stephanie and told to have a seat. A lady named Josie introduced herself and led me to her station. Her hands went through my hair, inspecting my scalp as she asked what kind of weave I wanted.
    â€œYour texture is dry so I would recommend a full sew-in.”
    â€œA sew in?”
    â€œWe braid your hair down in small cornrows. Then we sew in tracks to the braids. It’ll give your hair a break and allow it to grow underneath the weave while you still get to rock a cute ‘do.”
    â€œThat sounds great. I want that.”
    â€œYou have a picture?”
    I pulled out the magazine with Naomi Campbell.
    She laughed.
    â€œYou sure you want your hair that long?”
    I nodded. “I’m graduating from high school and I want it long.”
    â€œThis is over twenty inches. The longest hair we have here is eighteen inches. Is that okay?”
    â€œThat’s fine.”
    She told me she would be right back and left for a few minutes. When she returned she held a board with pieces of hair stapled to it.
    â€œThis texture is called Kinky Straight. This is the closest texture to your real hair.” I felt it. It felt hard, just like my hair.
    â€œWhat about this one?” I asked my hands caressing the straightest hair I’d ever seen.
    She laughed. “This is Silky Straight. It won’t be a good match for your hair. Trust me, get the Kinky.”
    â€œBut the whole point of this thing is to get something that doesn’t look like my hair.”
    â€œBut you still want to look natural. Tell you what, why don’t you try this one?” she said, pointing to a relaxed section of hair. “This is called Yaky Straight. It’s close to your hair, but straighter. You’ll have to flat-iron your real hair more often to blend—”
    â€œThat’s fine. I don’t want anything called Kinky sewn in my hair.”
    She laughed. “Do you want to match your color, too? Or did you want a different color?”
    â€œI hadn’t thought about color. What do you think?”
    â€œYour hair is a 1B, a dark brown. I think you should keep it.”
    â€œOkay.”
    â€œAll right, you ready?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œLet’s get started.”
    After a shampoo and quick blow-dry, Josie sectioned my hair and started braiding it down in tiny braids around my head. I was surprised by the tightness of her grip and kept feeling my hairline to make sure it wasn’t bleeding.
    â€œThis your first weave, right?”
    â€œYeah.”
    â€œDon’t worry, it’ll loosen up in a few days. You want it tight to last a couple of weeks.”
    â€œSo I can shampoo this?”
    â€œOf course. Think of it as your own hair. You can do whatever you want with it.”
    As she finished my weave, she told me how to wrap it at night to keep it from getting tangled, to never go to bed with my hair wet, and to always make sure my real hair was down so none of my tracks showed.
    â€œAnd here you are,” Josie said handing me a mirror.
    Tears sprung to my eyes as I saw the girl looking back at me. I was beautiful. No, better than that, I was gorgeous, a supermodel.
    â€œWow.”
    â€œNice, huh?”
    I got up and gave her a hug, and she walked up front to the receptionist and gave me my bill.
    â€œA full head of weave is $500?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œOkay…” I handed over the credit card and was sweating bullets until it was approved.
    â€œHow do people pay this every month?” I asked as I signed the receipt.
    â€œHoney, you’d be surprised what people