Cassie hated her haircut. Foolishly she thought it was time for something short. Ha! She could have done a better job on her own with a carving knife. Then when she took off her coat at home it snagged her blouse and a button popped. What a horrible morning.

And then Greg rubbed it in. “Hey hey hey, who are you? Har har har.”

She almost cried, and Greg apologized. “It’s okay, really it is. It almost looks nice. What’s for lunch?”

Cassie made tuna salad. There were only three slices of bread left. If only she’d gone shopping instead of to the ... well, no use crying over snipped hair. “The heel okay with you?” she called out to Greg, who was working on his last minute fantasy football whatevers. She knew he didn’t mind the heel, and anyway it was fair because he used two slices for his sandwich and Cassie just a single slice.