The Night I Became a Colonel, My Mother-in-Law Cut My Hair While I Slept—By Morning, I Was Done Obeying Them

Made dinner.

Opened the windows.

The evening air smelled like rain.

I walked past the mirror in the hallway.

Stopped.

My hair had grown to my jaw.

For a moment, I remembered the bathroom in my old house.

The clippers in my hand.