Saving CeeCee Honeycutt

by Beth Hoffman

“I dragged Lucille to the kitchen sink so we could rinse off the perm solution, and when we removed the rods, half my hair came out right along with them.” “When Rosa saw her hair in the sink, she threw a fit. And my finger was still stuck to her tooth! I couldn’t stop the bleeding. So I suggested we hurry down the street to Floyd Webber’s, but Rosa refused.” Rosa laughed so hard she snorted. “Of course I refused, Lu. Floyd’s a butcher.” “He trimmed meat better than anyone I’d ever seen, so I thought he’d do a fine job of trimming my finger from your tooth,” Aunt Lu said with a defensive sniff. “Anyway, once Rosa calmed down, we knew we’d better get to the hospital. So we climbed into Rosa’s car. What a sight we were—I was practically sitting on her lap with my finger stuck in her mouth. I couldn’t stop laughing, and Rosa was in tears. When we got to the hospital, a doctor sliced my finger free from her tooth and wrapped it in a bandage.”