“You’ve made me shiny, Laura,” I said. I tried to stop it, but a little tear ran down the side of my nose.
I wiped it away with the back of my hand before it could dampen the ends of my new hair. “Thank you for making me shiny.”
Bob had called me in for a meeting. He stared at me when I went into his office.
I wondered why. “Your hair!” he said, eventually, as though guessing the answer to a question.
I hadn’t found it easy to style this morning, but I thought I’d made a fair attempt.
I put my hands to my head. “What’s wrong with it?” I said. “Nothing’s wrong with it. It looks... it looks nice,” he said, smiling and nodding.
There was a moment’s awkwardness. Neither of us was used to Bob commenting on my appearance.
“I had it cut,” I said, “obviously.” He nodded. “Sit down, Eleanor.”
I looked around. To say Bob’s office was untidy was rather to understate the degree of chaos in which it was always to be found.
I lifted a pile of brochures from the chair which faced his desk and placed them on the floor.
He leaned forward. Bob has aged very badly during the time that I’ve known him;
his hair has almost all fallen out and he has put on quite a lot of weight.
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