“You didn’t cut your hair?” “Actually, I just removed it,” said Igorina. “I put mine in my pack,” Polly went on, trying not to look at the stitches around Igorina’s head. “So did I,” said Igorina. “In a jar. It’s thtill growing.” Polly swallowed. You needed a lack of graphic imagination to talk about personal issues with an Igor.
