The oldest of Tessa Riley’s sons was fourteen when she started shaving her children’s necks. Every morning she lined her children up from oldest to youngest: Jacob, Jordan, Justin, and Jessica. They sat side by side in a row on wooden chairs that earlier in the morning had surrounded the breakfast table.
Tessa sat behind them in her rolling, leather desk chair and worked her way down the line, gliding across the tiled kitchen floor, quickly but carefully trimming the extra hair on the back of their necks.
By Alex Koplow December 7, 2006