H-bomb has been complaining about her hair all her life. She doesn't like it: combed, washed, brushed, touched, styled, dried, clipped, braided or pony-tailed! Enough was enough for both of us. I was sure she was sure, so we headed out to the stylist of choice- Anna in Compagna where we used to live! We let Anna loose with a pair of scissors and a beautiful, smiling, happy little gal appeared...here she is: I was concerned about how her new look would be received at school. But when she hopped off the bus- she was still smiling! Only one little girl made a negative comment. One of her pals stepped right up in H's defense and that was all she wrote. Happier kid, happier family. I caught up with Anna about the old neighborhood. I asked if Bruna was still alive and she is. She will be 94 next month. As we were about to leave, Bruna appeared in the door. At first, she just looked at me and I could tell she didn't know me. Then, I saw the veil lift, a spark of recognition in he...
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