Hats

While in the hat store I came across a woman. The woman was seated in the corner and was holding up a book before her face but it seemed she wasn’t reading it, but rather was using it to hide her face from me. But then she sneezed rather violently, the book flew across the room, and I turned to face her face for as long as I could. Her hair was pretty and long. The hair wasn’t curly at all, it seemed, but rather it hung about her like the part of a p!ant or a tree that flowers outward in the spring. But more than that her hair was not hatted at all, which did not seem at all important.