« Baby… »
« I know it looks awful. »
« She cried in the bathroom, Mom. I heard her. »
« Like you fought hedge clippers and barely won, » I said.
She laughed once, then wiped her face with the heel of her hand. « Was it stupid? »
Jonathan had lost his hair in clumps on a pillowcase. Letty had never forgotten it. Neither had I.
I crossed the room, took the scissors from her, and pulled her into my arms. « No, » I whispered. « No, sweetheart. Your dad would be so proud of you. I know I am. »
She cried against my shoulder for a little while, then leaned back. « Can we fix my hair? I look like a founding father. »
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