“Wait a minute,” Rose thought as she looked more closely at her scalp in the mirror. “Is that scalp that I see instead of hair? What is happening? Why am I seeing so much scalp all of a sudden?” She parted her hair this way and that while staring in the mirror and came to the undeniable conclusion that her hair was thinning. With that on her mind, she ran to the phone to do what any woman would do in this situation… call her best friend!
“Dawnie, you’re not going to believe what I just discovered,” Rose shouted as Dawn answered the phone. “Not another rat, I hope,” Dawn responded. “No, no. It’s worse than that. No, this has to do with my hair. It’s…well, it’s uhm…thinner than it was yesterday, or EVER!”
“Well, I don’t like it one bit,” Rose sniffed. “Not one darn bit. Now what am I supposed to do? Get a wig?”
Both of the octogenarians thought of their plans for a movie later that afternoon at the same time.
Rose was shocked and mad as a hornet. The few hairs left on her head were standing on end. Not only did Dawn tell her that her hair has looked awful for years, but she mentioned Rose’s prize bathroom mirror and said it was...u-g-l-y. “Just a darn minute, Dawn. How could you say such things to me? Your best friend,” Rose was shouting.
Dawn held the phone away from her ear and thought for a minute, Rose is right. I shouldn’t have said those things. Why did I do that? “Uhm…Oh dear, I’m so sorry, Rose. I… I haven’t eaten this morning and am a little crabby. Blood sugar, you know. And the movie…I really want to go and see the movie. I think I overreacted to your overreaction. I wish I could suck the words back into my mouth.”
“Well,” Rose responded. “We both know you can’t un-ring a bell. So the only fair thing is to balance the scales by my saying two critical things about your hair and your home.”
And life goes on for Rose and Dawn