It’s a shame to put it up.” Mama glided into Lydia’s bedroom like a ghost, though the scent of her homemade rose soap proved she still lived. Sarah King’s slow smile transformed her haggard face a tiny bit—but not enough. She took Lydia’s comb and a handful of her daughter’s hair and threaded her fingers into the dark waves. “So like mine used to be.” Lydia’s gaze drifted from Mama’s pallid features to her thinning hair. She’d rather imagine Mama as she once had been, but Lydia only had a few more years, maybe only a handful of months to look into those eyes, pale blue like her own. Hopefully she’d make it to her twenty-third birthday, for twenty-two years with her mother was simply not enough. Lydia took the comb back before Mama could turn her wavy locks into a massive cloud. “Did you have a restful nap?” Lydia warmed some hair gloss in her palms to weigh down her subtle spirals and pushed her hair forward, making a pleasant puff above her forehead.
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