An old girl dozing off in the late afternoon sun, she’s guessing that’s how it looks. But her eyes are open just enough for between-the-lashes surveillance of her husband. She can smell her hairspray, decades of it embedded in the grubby grey velour of the headrest. Hairspray never stopped her getting bed hair when she fell asleep on car trips — even short ones — but at least it’s her dirt she’s sniffing. Not like poor Coral Dawkins, who brushed her face against her own car seat one evening last winter and caught a whiff of her husband’s harlotry with skinny Molly Devoy. Forty years of Wella, twenty of them right there under her cheek. You can tell a Wella woman by the way she wears her hair… Edna hums that little tune, knows it’s going to stay with her all night now, drive her crazy when she’s trying to sleep. She should have changed brands somewhere down the line, before her head started taking Wella for granted. Before Wella retaliated with the bed hair.
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