"Okay."Amanda kept stroking through my hair until it was dry enough she couldbraid it loosely. "Umm Mommy? When am I going to be able to get my hairdo...e?" I have an appointment for you and your sister at nine tomorrow?" That soon?" I asked suddenly a bit nervous."I figured tomorrow was the best time with the tours going on?"I nodded. "What are we doing with it?" I thought maybe you could just have the length evened up to just aboveyour shoulders and we'll get it curled under?" She suggested.. He had just gotten out of the shower, and was doing his hair. Our hair was always a good feature of our family."What do I wear?" I asked him, slipping on the bathroom counter next to him."Whatever you want," he obviously wasn't going to be of any help."Come on Pete. I mean like skirt, dress, pants." Something comfortable, but at the same time, look good," he stopped doing his hair, and looked at me, annoyed. "Soph, you always look good. Tonight isn't going to make a difference." Thanks for the. It happened just a week after I left, at that time she was working as a waitress, and that night one of the clients was flattering her with compliments.When she finished her work around 1am she saw him waiting outside the restaurant, so she stopped just by the exit and wasn't sure if his intentions, he then approached her and offered to take her home, and she, feeling very tired, agreed.They talked briefly during those 5 minutes, and she agreed to meet him for a coffee the next day. They. Or maybe I’ll call tomorrow morning, when I know they’ll be at church and I’ll get the machine. Yeah, it might be easiest to just leave a quick message then.I walk up the path slowly, admiring the well-kept grass and the stately old elms. Quite a change from the weedy lawn I never seemed to keep up with, and the skinny new trees of vague origin that graced the front yard of our little house on the cul-de-sac. I begin to wonder if I should have purchased a flowering plant instead of the cut.