The hairstyle did look very nice on the model, and it was certainly much more sophisticated than what she had. But it would mean giving up her bangs—she wasn’t sure she was ready to be that visible all the time. She was suddenly overpowered by the memory of scissors, drunkenly wielded by her father. Of walking through the school hallways trying to keep her head down so no one could see.
But then she heard Lucia say, “I’ve got an appointment on Tuesday after school. I’ll call and see if they can take you at the same time, okay? Hey Suzy, can I tear out this page?”
Suzy said sure, and Lucia ripped it out. “We’ll bring it along so you can show them what you want.” Then she saw the doubt on Jane’s face and said, “Do you want to think about it? You could take this picture home…”
Jane drained her cup, smiled bravely at Lucia and said, “No, let’s try it. I mean, I can always grow it back, right?”
There was just the one bottle of wine
