*Calvin*
I don’t understand what is going on, but I’ve never seen Mrs. Celeste more serious than she is now.
“Here, I’ll take the pup,” Mrs. Audrey says.
Reluctantly, I hand her to her and walk down the hall to my bathroom. I find what I need in the drawers because, of course, Mrs. Audrey made sure I would have everything I could ever need.
I pull my shirt over my head and take the clippers to my face. She said she liked it, and I don’t understand how suddenly not liking it would cause the absolute hurricane of emotions that is raging inside her now.
Mrs. Audrey knocks on the door, and I open it, half my beard gone. She smiles at me sadly.
“The man who had her had a beard,” she tells me softly. “When your beard touched her skin, it brought it all back up for her.”
I close
