“I like your hair, Meggie, it really suits you … maybe I should bob mine. It’d be easier to stuff under a bathing cap.”
Lillian and Meg were strolling along the River Lagan, enjoying the sunshine.
“Mine looks better this way, but your hair’s so lovely, Lily, I think you should leave it as it is, loose to your shoulders.”
She fingered strands of hair. “Mouse brown and straight.”
“Chestnut, thick and shining—beautiful, that’s what I’d call it.”
Lillian blushed and laughed.
“Where’s your match this Saturday? I’d like to come.”
“We don’t start football again until spring. The pitch is hard now, but I play water polo in the winter, and we have a match at Queen’s on Saturday. Yes, do come! Let’s have a meal after. Will you?”
“Water polo? I’ve never seen that … yes, I’ll come, and for a m
