She laughed once, then wiped her face with the heel of her hand. « Was it stupid? »
Jonathan had lost his hair in clumps on a pillowcase. Letty had never forgotten it. Neither had I.
I crossed the room, took the scissors from her, and pulled her into my arms. « No, » I whispered. « No, sweetheart. Your dad would be so proud of you. I know I am. »
She cried against my shoulder for a little while, then leaned back. « Can we fix my hair? I look like a founding father. »
Letty had never forgotten it.
***
An hour later, we were at Teresa’s salon, where Letty sat in a cape while Teresa studied the damage and sighed once softly.
Teresa’s husband, Luis, came in halfway through and stopped when he saw the ponytail on the counter.
« What’s all this? » he asked.
Before I could answer, Letty said, « A girl in my class needs a wig. »
