She flipped through her sleeve book of CDs, trying to decide which one to use. She finally pulled the elastic out of her hair and put it on her wrist. Her hair itself fell down her back, reaching about her waist. She shook her head a little and it spread out. She even pulled a piece of it over her shoulder and ran her hands down it as she looked through her CDs.
When she asked me to demonstrate how to swing dance with her,
“Jesus Christ,” she said, pushing my hands away before I could do it myself.
“Know what? Why don’t you just leave.