My friend, Ellen (who’d moved to Las Vegas several years back), is driving to Phoenix to see family, today, and if I’m up to it, she’d like to stop by for a brief visit, later this morning.
Hopefully, we’ll be able to enjoy each other, as she and I have been dear friends for more than 25 years. In fact, Ellen is the person who had shimmered up my hair for many years before the harsh components of chemo caused my dark shoulder length locks to cascade a bit too freely from head to shoulders to floor where I’d pick it up in clumps until Tony, with professional clippers in hand, stopped by to shave my scalp bald for the second time in just over a year, though this time round, we added a bit of levity by going for a Mohawk effect, which caught my family completely by surprise while everyone who’d gathered round our dinner table on Will’s birthday found themselves drop jawed once Ravi pulled off my cap, as planned, so as to reveal Gramma Annie’s unexpected hair style, which had remained hidden from everyone’s view until that comedic moment, which was thoroughly enjoyed as everyone burst out laughing including my six year old accomplice and me.
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