“This menu is amazing…” Shelley feigned enthusiasm.
“Get whatever you want,” Eddie shrugged. “Looks like you could use a good meal.”
“Oh, I can’t decide…”
Eddie wished she’d leave her hair alone. It looked like she was trying to strangle her fingertips with it. “Why are you doing that?”
“Huh?” Shelley let go of her hair. “Oh, bad habit.” Her throat tightened.
The waitress brought a steaming loaf of bread to their table and began rattling off the pasta specials.
That’s what did it.
Shelley stifled a scream and scrambled for the door—
Phagophobia: a legacy from her mother.
Lots of people do that with their hair don’t they? This was a good response Susan. And I learned a new ‘phobia’ word.
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Thank you, Michael! Yes, lots of people twirl their hair. I was trying to underscore Shelley’s anxiety.
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A great response (Not Shelley’s, yours. :))
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Thank you, Norah!
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