million lifetimes from freakdom, Sloane, though I have to admit that green hat does make you look jaundiced.â She sighs. âI donât know why you pretend not to care about your looks. We both know you do.â
Wrong. Lexi just wants me to care about my looks. The familiar argument is a welcome reprieve from thoughts of Matt. âIâve told you. I should have been born Muslim. The veil is liberating. It frees you from worrying about clothes and makeup and hair.â
She rolls her eyes. âYeah, yeah, blah, blah.â
âSeriously! Who wanted to be a mummy for Halloween when she was nine so both of her hands would be covered in bandages?â
âThere are germs on doors,â she says primly.
âYeah, and I had to knock on every single one of those doors for both of us.â
Her cheeks grow pink. âI gave you extra candy, remember?â
âForget the candy,â I tease. âHowâs that mummy suit thing working for you these days?â
She snickers. âDo we have to talk about this?â
âOf course we have to talk about this! Iâm telling you, Lexi, the burka is the answer for both of us. Youâll never haveto worry about another germ and it wonât matter what I look like. Weâll both be happy.â
âYeah, until some guy wants to kiss us.â
âTrust you to get to the heart of what really matters.â We both start to laugh. After a minute my gaze is drawn to the mirror. To my lips. To the hat. Covering up isnât liberating at all today.
Lexi glances at the T-shirt I chose. âBlue isnât your colour either. Why donât I bring you something else to try?â
âNo thanks.â
âGo home and work on your video,â Lexi orders. âItâll take your mind off stuff.â
It doesnât. Not really. Once Iâm home, I spend some time researching laughter on my laptop, and I text Harper again. When she doesnât answer, I call her cell and leave a message asking if I can stay with her the first month Momâs away. I call a few other friends too but nobody can commit. A few minutes later Iâm back on the laptop surfing. And I canât help myself: I google âhair loss.â Over sixty-three million results pop up. Whoa!
I click on the top link. The first two paragraphs detail the normal cycle of hair loss and growth but paragraph threeâ what causes excessive hair lossâis the one that interests me the most.
Surgery can cause hair loss, I read. So can hormonal problems, having a baby, and thyroid disease. Thereâs a section on infections; I click on it and scan the entries. Ringworm. Folliculitis. Something called Demodex. Itâs a wormlike creature that lives in hair follicles. I stop breathing.
Oh. My. God.
Mom taps on my door. âSloane?â
Worms? My stomach does a queasy flip.
Mom pokes her head inside my room. âSloane?â Her gaze lands on the laptop resting on my knees. Her lips turn down. âOh, Sloane.â
Heat hits my cheeks.
âYou said you wouldnât.â
âThat was before I lost more hair.â But I slam it shut. I could seriously throw up. Worms?
Her eyebrows fold into a frown. âPlease donât.â
âFine. Whatever.â
âI found a specialist whoâll see us Monday afternoon at one.â
I have film after lunch Monday and Isaac and I need to get going on the video. But I need to see the doctor too. âCanât I go Monday morning?â
âItâs the best I can do, baby. Heâs squeezing us in right after lunch.â
I should be grateful. It can take weeks, months even, to get into specialists. Maybe Isaac and I can get some planning time in at lunch. âThanks.â
âIâll write you a note for school.â Mom gestures to the laptop. âAnd please stay off the Internet. Donât be like Lexi.â
To avoid temptation, I stash my laptop in the
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