A light breeze rustled the leaves and helped cool the perspiration that had gathered at Julianna’s nape as she struggled to get here earlier. She shifted slightly to rest her weight on her good leg, the one without any jarring feelings of pain.
Mrs. Maddily had this slightly annoying habit where she looked you up and down as she talked, focusing on areas where you'd rather not want her to focus.
As she had asked Julianna the question, her eyes had traveled from Julianna’s legs to the top of her head. Her eyes focused on Julianna’s red hair and remained there. The red hair color she had gotten from her mother, hair she admitted to having not washed for a week now because they'd been out of both hair shampoo and bathing soap. She knew her hair was matted at the ends, lacked luster, and sm
