P,
You tied your hair back? Wait, that was not your central point, or was it? At this chaotic moment, as some or all of four children ten and under clamor for my attention (or try to avoid getting it), our humiliation at the hands of my husband is the least of my concerns–or at least one I am trying desperately to forget as this reality called my life surrounds me. I suppose it does hover at the edges, however remotely, and as I anticipate his return this evening, I ask myself the ever present question, "Do you think P will ever pull her hair back again?"
Faithfully,
C.
