Consolation Prize
“Oh my God, you’re impossible. It’s not meant to be cute. It’s to keep my hair on my head.”
He snickered. “Where exactly do you think it’s going to run off to?”
“Lord have mercy.” I rolled my eyes, realizing he needed some educating. “I have extremely dry hair. In fact, I can only wash it once a week or it’ll break off until there were only about four frazzled strands left. Plus, I iron it, which dries it out even more. So I have to condition and wrap it—in silk, mind you because cotton draws out the moisture which would dry it even more—every night to keep it as healthy as possible.”