Every day, she seemed to be sprouting a new crazy wayward strand of silver hair – and a pretty legitimate streak of it was forming at her right temple. Still, she was not inclined to dye her hair. Not yet. For someone who struggled to shave her legs, committing to a regular hair dying routine sounded like a prison sentence. And frankly, she didn’t need anymore of that feeling in her life right now.
She would just try to comb her hair differently — which she felt would be an acceptable compromise unless and until she started to look too much like Donald Trump.