Sitting on the bottom edge of Anne's bed, I kept my eyes down in silence, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
—Wow... Your hair is very pretty Claire, how do you take such good care of it? —Melanie asked me, touching my hair gently.
Feeling a bit embarrassed by her question, I rounded on her: —Well... I'm not sure, I mean, I don't do anything to take care of it on purpose.
—I'm so jealous, my hair isn't even a quarter as healthy as your hair, which is so beautiful and healthy —Melanie pouted at me as she continued to comb my hair.
When I finally arrived at Anne's house, my father stayed in his parked car until they opened the door and let me in, and the one who came to open the door for me was Anne herself, who came down the stairs of her house very quickly, and when she saw me at the door
