A Clear Midnight by Molly McNett
The teacher of the class, Mrs. Forrest, was watching the clock in her office. She was a sensitive woman with gray facial hair. She pulled the hairs with tweezers, or tore them out with strips of hot wax, but it was not even a day before they poked back in a fierce dark stubble. An electrologist might have helped, but Mrs. Forrest was paid 28,500 dollars a year and was scared of expenses - and needles. Was the problem hormonal? Whenever she went to the doctor she was scolded about her weight and blood pressure; or she merely interpreted the numbers themselves as a scolding. Either way she ended up feeling miserable for the rest of the day, and she would not willingly sacrifice an entire day to misery - there were enough that swung that way as it was. So she wore her hair just below chin length, so that it formed a curtain around her jaw line if she held her head down slightly.
