Of Hair Salons and “Soylent Green”
a fable of reentry

Bethany leaned in closer to me, and in a soft yet emphatic, conspiratorial tone, whispered into my right ear,
“You know what? It never really bothered me!”
Time slowed down, and I watched this scene — this unexpected moment of intimacy between two people who had known each other all of sixty seconds — in cinematic slow…