My husband, Marcus, wanted to confront his mother immediately. I asked him to wait until Saturday. Instead, I called Helen and offered her a two o’clock hair appointment. She initially protested that she didn’t need charity. I told her she wasn’t receiving charity; she was my customer. After a long silence, she finally agreed, reminding me to bring proper setting lotion and a towel.
On Saturday, I arrived at Carolyn’s house carrying my salon supplies and a folding chair. Helen was already waiting in her lavender church cardigan. I set everything up beside the kitchen sink, wrapped a clean towel around her shoulders, and carefully began washing her hair. When the warm water touched her scalp, she closed her eyes and whispered, “Oh sweetheart, that feels wonderful.” I concentrated on my work because I could feel tears forming. It took nearly forty minutes to remove one stubborn tangle, but I refused to rush. Then Helen began directing exactly how she wanted every curl arranged.
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