A Husband's Prescription
On our tenth wedding anniversary, I made a special trip to the salon to have my hair done.
While settling the bill, I noticed an extra charge on my account. It was a coloring and perm package.
Judging by the price, it was a package meant for waist-length hair. Mine had been cropped short for seven or eight years.
I called my husband, Jason Moore.
"Have you used my salon membership card recently?"
There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before he laughed lightly, "Oh, I lent it to Quincy a few days ago."
Quincy Hahn was his business partner, a fine arts student with long hair. She treasured her natural curls more than anything. She would never be willing to dye or per