After David came to live with me in my dira in Tzfat, he needed a shave and a hair cut. (Two bits.) He was looking pretty scruffy after the hospital, the move, and the suicides. He had an electric shaver to keep his haircut neat, but my Israeli bathroom did not have any electrical outlets. There was, however, a full length mirror on the wall between the bathroom and his ‘bat cave’. So he plugged the shaver into an outlet in his room, but stood in the diningroom to do the cutting. It was okay because the floor was white ceramic tile and could be swept free of hair. When David turned on the electric shaver, the cats hid in my armoire but I got wide-eyed. I am easily mesmerized by new things, and I often make the same expression that Sleeping Beauty made when faced with her first spinning wheel. I am kinda strange that way, but I never saw a man shave his head before.
“Can I try that?”, I asked in my little kid’s voice. David said okay and offered me the electric razor. I guess he figured I couldn’t mess up his head. I stepped up and took the razor. First I almost cut through the cord, but David did not see that! I was so excited that I was holding my breath. Sometimes I forget to breathe. (Scientists say that breathing is an involuntary function controlled by the medulla, but my medulla doesn’t know that.) I placed the whirring razor against the nape of David’s neck. It was more difficult than it looked. I was trying to shave up, against the grain. I remember thinking how pretty his hair is, more golden than I realized. I clipped a very small area and gave the electric razor back to him. I didn’t need to clip his whole head; I just wanted to try it. Eventhough we were not lovers at the time, David was always allowing me to do the most intimate things with him. I loved that about him. We were comfortable together when we were alone. Once we left Israel, it was never like this again. I miss the Israel David who let me be so near to him.