10. Beauty Parlor (cont.)

I’m not sure exactly why, but I was offended. Deeply offended. It was as though he had dismissed me with those words, “little girl” and “playing.” I was dead serious about what I was doing. I was recreating the man my mother must have imagined when she married him.

Daddy rinsed the goo out of his hair and went back to the mill. I never got a chance to see him with a head full of curls. Would our mother have liked him better that way?