Letty had never forgotten it.
An hour later, we were at Teresa’s salon, where Letty sat in a cape while Teresa studied the damage and sighed once softly.
Teresa’s husband, Luis, came in halfway through and stopped when he saw the ponytail on the counter.
« What’s all this? » he asked.
Before I could answer, Letty said, « A girl in my class needs a wig. »
He looked at her properly and then smiled at me in the mirror. « Hi, Piper. That’s Jonathan’s girl, all right. »
My daughter sat a little straighter under the cape. « You knew my dad? »
« A girl in my class needs a wig. »
Luis nodded. « Yes, sweetie. I worked with him for eight years. »
She touched the blunt ends of her hair. « He would’ve liked this haircut? »
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