'It’s not ladylike, he said. You look like a little boy when it’s so short. Don’t be a fool, she told him. But doesn’t it bother you? Of course it bothers me when you’re a fool. Your hair, he said. I think it’s very pretty. Can it be pretty if no one thinks it’s pretty? I think it’s pretty. If you’re the only one? That’s pretty pretty. And what about the boys? Don’t you want them to think you’re pretty? I wouldn’t want a boy to think I was pretty unless he was the kind of boy who thought I was pretty.'