CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
July 9, 2010
Evening
The attendants pulled Calvin into another room and stationed him in front of a mirror. They wielded compact cases of powder, cans of hairspray and mousse, tweezers, nail clippers, combs, and a clothing steamer. Calvin shut his eyes against the barrage of their future decisions: a woman’s start of a clandestine love affair in a string of cheap motel rooms, a fortuitous lottery card purchase that overturned a man’s financial landscape, and the devastation to a close uncle/niece relationship when the niece allowed her temper to combust at a family funeral.
First, the attendants erased Calvin’s self-inflicted haircut by giving him a short crop. At any other time, the irony of how much he resembled Martin would have struck Calvin, but his brain throb
