It’s been said that a woman’s hair is her crowning glory. For men, hair symbolizes strength. For women, it becomes a symbol of femininity. I think, too, in some ways, it suggests control. We’re very conscious of whom we allow to touch our hair. We occasionally pay for professional services, but beyond that, we rarely let others touch us in such a personal manner.
Here’s a little scene between Tom and Lucille. They’ve found themselves in an unhappy marriage, and he wonders if it’s time to call it quits. He’s just told his wife she doesn’t seem too happy.
Again, her hand stopped moving. This time, she quietly placed the brush on the vanity and turned to face him. “Happiness was never part of the agreement, was it? We got married because it was the only way we could be sure of keeping Faith. That hasn’t changed. If we don’t stay together as husband and wife, we could lose her.”
Something akin to relief washed over him. Not that his marriage was anything close to the blissful state he’d once imagined it might be, but all the same, getting out of it now that they were lawfully wedded could be a lot of hassle. Not to mention the awful fact that, once again, his wife was right. No marriage. No Faith. It was as simple—and as complicated—as that.
“Are you unhappy because of me?” he asked, getting up from the bed and coming to stand beside her. “Never mind. I already know the answer.” He leaned against the wall and lowered his head. His gaze went to the brush. Almost without conscious thought, he reached for it, then moved behind Lucille. She gasped as he drew the brush through her hair. At first, she stiffened, then gradually her muscles loosened. Her head fell backward, exposing the creamy smooth skin of her throat.
“That—that feels nice.”
“Just relax,” he urged, lengthening his strokes. Her eyes closed, and her shoulders dropped as more tension eased from her body. “I’m done a lot of thinking lately, and I can see that I haven’t been much of a husband. I haven’t done much to make you happy.” Her eyes opened, but Tom shook his head. “Truth is,” he went on, “I’ve been a real jackass, haven’t I? You know, I never had a father around to teach me about being a man—”
She placed her hand on his. “You are a man, Tom.”
Keeping Faith – Coming July 1
from Secret Cravings Publishing