Mallory

Mallory didn’t bother getting another job for the rest of the summer.  She decided she was only young once and should enjoy herself instead of working for minimal pay.  She spent more time with her mom.  They went shopping for back-to-school clothes and saw a couple of movies together.  Then, she let her style her hair for the first time in years.

“Hmm,” her mother said, lifting her long chestnut hair in her fingers and circling around the styling chair.  Mallory remembered this ritual from watching her mother for years. 

“Whatever you think, Mom.  I’m putting total trust in you,” she said, although she noticed she was clenching her fists.

“I remember when my hair was like yours,” her mother sighed, combing t...

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