Sunday, September 19, 2010

dreadlocks, spice, and leather

What was it she had said about her cousin Edina, that she’d had her hair done up in dreadlocks? I couldn’t imagine Eddy in dreadlocks with her thin blond hair. She was not Bo Derek. But that was corncribs, wasn’t it? Eddy was not a 10 by any stretch. She’d be lucky to score 7 on any man’s radar. It was her mouth more than anything that cost her points, and her defeatist attitude. Not a bad looker, and intelligent. Conversation came easily at first, but bring up health, and she’d likely come over grey and complaining. But the dreadlocks—I would not have seen that coming.

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