Everybody talked about how beautiful it was.
And everybody talked about her father.
He showed up early to every school event, usually still wearing his work clothes.
He would bring a small folding mirror from his car, sit Goldie on a bench in the hallway, and do her hair himself.
Not badly, either.
French braids with ribbons.
Pins arranged so neatly that they looked professionally done.
By the time the children walked onstage, not one strand would be loose.
The other mothers loved watching him.
« Look at that dad, » someone would say.
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