We chatted about this and that, and as I applied mousse evenly throughout, he said, "Now what's that stuff do?"
I smiled. In all our years together, he had never asked about hair products.
"Well, it keeps my curls under control. Keeps me from being frizzy. Keeps me cute."
"Keeps you cute. I like that stuff," he said.
In the distraction of our conversation, I didn't quite coat every strand. I missed a spot in the back. And sure enough, the absence of product left me with one frizzy handful in the back of my head.
He played with it all day. "You missed a spot," he said, making it exponentially worse with his tangling fingers.
Everyday after, including his last morning in my life, he said, "Hey, be careful there. Don't miss a spot." And he always tugged on one curly tendril as he passed by.
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Hey, Robb, I missed a spot today.
(Perhaps you noticed.)