Monday, December 28, 2015

Bad hair day

This was the first time Rock had seen Ashley in nearly three years, and she looked awful. She was nearly bald. Her exposed scalp was covered in soars and scabs. Rock had no idea why she was at his front door and, in fact, would never learn why she had come.
Ashley told him she hadn't had a drink since 2004. Rock knew better. He had drunk with her several times in 2005, and for the last time in 2013, when she was in North Little Rock for her father's funeral.
After they had conversed for a few minutes, Ashley's hair seemed normal. Rock forgot whatever his first impression of it had been.

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