I’ve never forgotten what she looked like that day. Never will. Blood-splattered face. Wild eyes. Hair gone. Because the first thing she’d done when she heard the news was shave her head. Why hysterical women shave their heads, I’ll never understand. But she’d tied a bandanna around her bald head like she was going into some kind of real battle. Who knows what else she would’ve done that afternoon if she hadn’t been stopped.
