Her face got deeply red. And she really had said ‘shit’, Anne had noticed with surprise.
“My hair is not shit", she said in her defense. Really, her long brown hair was her pride. She had been growing it since she was in Kindergarten – and she was aware that the guys liked it.
“And how shitty they are, if you’d at least comb and brush them regularly, and they’d look well cared for. But, just look at you. This is… this is… “, her mother grabbed some strands of Anna’s hair with revulsion, “Muck! Messy muck, that flies around everywhere, and makes a pigsty of our home."
“You’re just jealous" Anna answered and hit her mother’s hand off her hair. She had got really angry now.
“You hate all longhaired women because father left you for a longhaired bird. Your bad luck if your hair doesn’t grow."
