Melinda Rollins sat in her plain studio apartment and absently adjusted the strand of mini-pearls around her conservatively high neckline and smoothed her ankle-length flowered dress before she returned her hands gently to the clasped position on her lap.
Her auburn hair shone in the lamplight. It was natural and smooth, and untarnished by harsh chemicals for she had never owned a can of hairspray in her life.
That's what she told people anyway.
She had bought one the day before the Welcome Back To School Senior Dance. She'd teased her hair to a ridiculous height as was the style and sprayed it into place. She walked into the kitchen.
That was the biggest mistake of her life up to that point. Her Methodist minister father looked up from the Bible that he was reading and his face tu
