he was sitting three strides from her, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. The muscles along his jaw did not relax. When he leaned back, I heard him mention to the two women some plans he had for the weekend, and that he had washed his hair that morning. The casualness with which he said these things felt like a slap, considering the reason we were here. How could he be concerned with how clean his hair was?
