I cannot stop staring at her hair. It is thick and blonde and perfectly coifed. It is the kind of hair that begins partway forward on the forehead. It is PERFECT today. And I cannot stop staring.
Her mouth is moving – telling me she has breast cancer. She is scheduled for a second opinion & surgery next week. She needs time off from helping my child to address this devastating health issue. I nod. I gulp. I think of her 9 & 11 year olds, her husband.
And I can’t help staring at her hair.