Beth's house was a few streets down. Barely ten minutes had gone by after since I’d hung up the phone.
“At last! Where have you been?”
Beth couldn’t stop moving her hands, pacing up and down the room like a caged animal.
“I think I’m going to have a heart attack or something.”
I walked in slowly and sat on the edge of the bed, dumping the bag onto the floor.
“Stop overreacting. Come here.” I replied, patting the bed. She sat down, and I started rummaging through my backpack. “Look, I brought some things that might help to see if we can save the world from your foul mood.”
“You’re on form today, aren’t you? Have you ever thought about being a professional clown? It’s quite obvious that you’re not the one who looks like a scarecrow,” she said, pulling off the towel that covered her hair. “See? It’s horrible! I wetted it again but it hasn’t done much good.” She sighed deeply. “I want to die!”
I tried my best not to laugh again. The truth was that Beth’s fringe was beyond repair, even with two hair treatment packs, but it wasn’t the end of the world.
“You should definitely be an actress. It's a shame to waste talent like that.”
“That’s enough! Quit laughing at me and do something useful.” she grumbled, grabbing a fistful of hair.
GLANCES
“The eye is the point where body and soul are mixed.”
Friedrich Hebbel
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