“She needed a lesson,” she said.
I turned so slowly I could hear my own heartbeat.
“A lesson?”
Judith’s gray hair was pinned perfectly. Her pearl earrings caught the light. She looked less like a grandmother and more like a judge who had already sentenced us all.
“She was becoming vain,” she said. “Always touching it. Always admiring herself. A child who worships her appearance grows into a woman with no character.”
I stared at the clippers in her hand. “You shaved my daughter’s head.”
“I corrected her,” Judith snapped. “Something you and Dustin were too weak to do.”
At my husband’s name, the room tilted.
“What does Dustin have to do with this?”
Judith’s mouth tightened, but there was satisfaction in her eyes. “I called him this morning. I told him Meadow needed discipline. He said I should do what I thought was best.”
