Before I could explain, Letty said, “A girl in my class needs a wig.”
He truly looked at her then, and smiled at me through the mirror. “Hi, Piper. That’s Jonathan’s girl, all right.”
My daughter sat a little taller beneath the cape. “You knew my dad?”
Luis nodded. “Yes, sweetie. I worked with him for eight years.”
She touched the blunt ends of her newly shortened hair. “He would’ve liked this haircut?”
Teresa gave a snort. “No decent man would support a bathroom haircut, my girl.”
“Mama,” Letty whined.
“But,” Teresa added, her voice gentler, “he would’ve loved the reason for it.”
Luis rested against the station and looked at Letty. “Your dad couldn’t stand seeing people suffer alone. It drove him crazy.”
Letty lowered her eyes to her hands. “Millie tried to act like she didn’t care, but she did.”
“Of course she did, baby,” I said.
Teresa stayed past closing. Between repairing my daughter’s hair and matching it with hair already saved for pediatric wigs, she managed to complete one by the next morning.
—
Before school, Letty and I picked up the wig.
“Do I look weird, Mom?”
“You look like yourself,” I said. “Just with less maintenance.”
That made her smile.
Then she lifted the box slightly. “Do you think Millie will actually wear it?”
“I’m not sure, baby. It might be uncomfortable for her. But even if she chooses not to, she’ll know how brave and kind you are.”
—
Two hours later, Principal Brennan called.
By the time I arrived at the school, my palms were slick against the steering wheel.
Mr. Brennan was already standing outside the office.
“What is this?” I asked. “Who are these people?”
“They came in together, Piper, all wearing plant jackets and asking for Letty by name,” he said. “My secretary panicked. Then I did.”
“Why is my daughter with them?”
His expression changed. “Because the second they said Jonathan’s name, she asked to stay.”
Then he opened the office door.
What I saw inside nearly broke me in two.
Letty was standing beside the window with both hands pressed over her mouth. Millie sat near her, wearing the wig. On her delicate face, it looked beautiful.
Her mother stood behind her, sobbing into a tissue.
And there, in the center of the room, on Mr. Brennan’s desk, was Jonathan’s old yellow hard hat.
His name was still written inside the rim. The sparkly purple star Letty had stuck on it when she was six was still there too.
Mr. Brennan closed the door behind me. “Piper, before they explain, there’s something else you need to know. The boys who laughed at Millie didn’t just do it once. We pulled one of them from class after Letty brought in the wig. A teacher overheard enough that we started asking questions.”
Jenna’s face tightened. “My daughter has been eating lunch in the nurse’s bathroom for two weeks.”
I looked at Millie. “Oh, sweetheart.”
Letty turned pale. “I didn’t know it was that long.”
Six men stood around the desk in work jackets and heavy boots, each of them trying to appear less intimidating than they naturally were.
Luis stepped forward before the others.
“Piper.”
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