“Guess you’re not completely blind after all. Thanks.”
Of course she took it. In her world, everything that fell near her was hers.
But the hair was long enough to be in two places at once. The rest of her went down.
The hair stayed draped over her seat, the ends heaped on my tray.
I opened the present.
I opened the present.
I took a generous handful. I worked it into the ends, then twenty inches up the length for good measure.
I’d meant to leave a small reminder.
“Remind me never to get on your bad side,” Harold murmured.
“Then keep your hair to yourself.”
“At my age, that’s not difficult.”
Brittany sat up.
“Then keep your hair to yourself.”
The boy across the aisle saw it first.
“Mom! Look!”
“Don’t stare.”
“But there’s something in her hair!”
“What? What are you all looking at?”
