Kay's Hair

Kay had a routine:  once a month she went to the Vocational school and had her hair cut by a high school cosmetology student.  By age ninety, she kept it very simple, to go with her basic sweatshirt and jeans.

Kay had been a career teacher of lucky second graders, wife and helpmate to a veterinarian, who left her a widow twenty-five years earlier.  The leftover evidence of her former life was the stainless steel surgery table in the kitchen, used as a counter for creating sandwiches and such like.  Kay’s life was not without humor.

One day I swung by on my bike to visit Kay and find out the latest neighborhood news.  This day she regaled me with the recent day that she served as a final exam model for her cosmetology student.  Being extremely agreeable, Kay had said yes to the student, though she had no idea what it would entail and how long it would take.  It took a whole school day.  Kay had pin curls.  Kay had platinum hair.  Kay had red hair.  Every time she saw herself in the mirror, she had a new look.  It made her dizzy!  Finally, the student brought her back to being simply Kay.

That is the story of Kay’s hair.

Rowena

July 2016