I walked over and sat on the other end of the wooden bench.

“Did you include the auburn hairpiece?” I asked.

“I packed it carefully in tissue paper,” Evelyn said.

“The oncology center has a program that cleans and reconditions them for other patients.”

She patted her bare neck where the blue silk scarf usually sat.

Today she wore no scarf at all.

“It cost sixty-eight hundred dollars,” Evelyn said.

“Someone else should get the good of it, without the terrible memories of that hotel ballroom attached.”