sally buck, relaxing in the middle of a busy day, eyes closed wearily, while little joe massages her neck. her song continues over the noises of the busy beauty parlor ".  if that golden ring turns brass, grammaw gonna buy you a looking glass"
a gawky, adolescent joe sits sprawled on the couch, leafing through a magazine while sally buck bleaches the roots of a young woman's hair.
sally buck fondly wipes lipstick from joe's lips.
little joe massaging sally buck's neck -- continuing the earlier scene.
reflected in the mirror, we see little joe wildly smashing bottles and glass display cabinets -- the voices of women screaming o.s. -- little joe hurling a perfume bottle which shatters the mirror and his own image.