Elizabeth only heard the word later, as in being never. She found the scissors, climbed up on the sink in front of the mirror, and cut chunks of her hair off. Susanne was aghast but never raised her voice; she merely shook her head. How could Susanne explain this? She wouldn’t and neither would Elizabeth. There were no real questions or real understanding, only love. The curious dance of a mother and daughter when the dance card was full, too many children. She never expected much from her mother because she had Katherine.
Lucky for Elizabeth it had been summer and there were no nuns around to say something mean. Elizabeth knew they couldn’t really say anything as they didn’t have any hair under those habits - they were as bald as peacocks. This thought always brought a smile to Elizabeth
