Chapter 12 THE LOUNGE.

XAVIER.

The barber's hands were shaking.

I could see it in the mirror. The clippers trembled an inch above my scalp, and every few seconds he pulled them back and wiped his palm on his apron like he'd forgotten which part of my head he was allowed to touch.

"Tito," I said.

"Yes, Mr. Lazzaro."

"If yo...

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