Imogen wanted a small haircut before picture day. She walked into the salon after school. A stylist named Yusra greeted her.
伊莫金想在拍照日之前稍微剪一下头发。放学后，她走进了理发店。一位名叫优斯拉的发型师接待了她。
"How much do you want off?" Yusra asked. Imogen held up two fingers. "Just two inches," she said.
“你想剪掉多少？”优斯拉问。伊莫金竖起两根手指。“就两英寸。”她说。
Yusra looked at the length again. "Two inches, or two centimeters?" she asked. Imogen paused and thought about it.
优斯拉又看了看头发的长度。“是两英寸，还是两厘米？”她问。伊莫金愣了一下，想了想。
"I mean two inches," Imogen said. "Not too short." Yusra nodded and marked the spot with her comb.
“我是说两英寸，”伊莫金说，“别太短。”优斯拉点点头，用梳子在那个位置做了记号。
"I always ask twice," Yusra said. "Some people mean centimeters." She measured the hair with a small ruler.
“我总是会多问一遍，”优斯拉说，“有些人说的是厘米。”她用一把小尺子量了量头发。
Imogen watched in the mirror. Small pieces of hair fell to the floor. The cut looked neat and even.
伊莫金在镜子里看着。一小撮一小撮的头发掉到了地上。剪出来的发型整齐又平整。
"All done," Yusra said at last. She turned the chair around slowly. Imogen touched her hair and smiled.
“好了。”优斯拉终于说。她慢慢地把椅子转了过来。伊莫金摸了摸头发，笑了。
"This is exactly right," Imogen said. She thanked Yusra and paid at the desk. She walked home with her new haircut. Her picture day was now two days away.
“正合适。”伊莫金说。她谢过优斯拉，在前台付了钱，带着新发型走路回家。离拍照日只剩两天了。
