Grocery Shopping

When they were younger, he said she might look great with grey hair, that thick beautiful silver stuff. “Don’t dye it,” he said. “Not right away. Wait and see.” But when she started to see it, she panicked. It was earlier than she’d imagined, right after the baby. That girl, that baby made her hair go crazy for a few years. It went from a light brown to a dark brown to a very very red brown. Then she started to see them, especially at her scalp.
They had a plan, but that was decades down the road. She wished it sooner, but they had a plan for their sixties, a plan to enjoy getting old together, falling apart. She would wear nothing but black cocktail dresses and dye her hair navy blue, or deep purple, or burgundy, and cut it in a dramatic pageboy. He said that, to complement her, he would wear bib overalls every day. They would, in their sixties, go everywhere together, like that– the movies, grocery shopping. When they were younger they decided they would enjoy getting older.