The next day, my mother’s clever plan delivered justice without violence. Denise’s hair turned neon green after a salon mishap, and suddenly the tables were turned.
Truth spread fast. My husband confronted his mother, and order was restored.
Theresa looked in the mirror, touching her short hair. “I don’t hate it,” she whispered. “But I need help liking it.”
“We’ll figure it out together,” I said. This time, she believed me.
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