Nellie washed my hair, gently, in the salon sink this afternoon. She ran rough fingers over my temples and backwards toward the crown. She put a plump arm under my neck and lifted it up to get the hair out from under, and I imagined her thinking This head is so heavy, this girl's head so heavy, what's in this girl's head, as the water rinsed it all away.
Thank you all for your kind comments on my posts, lately. I love you madly.