So much hair everywhere noted the girl who had not noticed very much anything for weeks. And why this zest for parted hair ? She zig-zagged the trolley around the red and gold displays smiling at the intense, list clutching crowds of women who were trying to stabilise some deep seated panic about time and threw the trolley into practical third gear as she headed off for the softest jumpers in the world. The woman guarding the cashmere section had bent her head to remove some plastic security implement and Demeter tried not to look too deeply into the parting of this baby blonde, as she attempted to hold up a stripey size 10 against herself and tiptoe up to her reflection.
Was that really her? Was she pretty afterall? Could she show off her breasts quite like this? Three questions in a row and Demeter wasn’t too sure. She paused and turned her head hoping the blonde might look up. But her Grandma had given her fifty pounds the day before and that had to be spent happily Demeter remembered, not carefully and she lay the jumper in the trolley next to the Xmas socks for Amy and drove away in search of a happy new book.
It was then that the blonde looked up and touched lightly at her parting. the girl had noticed. She must be the one. A smile then for luck.
