While coloring my hair today I flashed on a beautiful memory standing at the kitchen sink with a towel around my shoulders while Laurence applied my hair color. Of course, the urgent timing to color my hair often occurred during a football game, a golf match or during March Madness. He was always willing. Mr. Laurence, hair stylist, I called him. He was so methodical about it, carefully applying color making sure not to spill and making sure it was done correctly. After I dried my hair and styled it, he would approve of a job well done.
He swore me to secrecy. No manly man would ever admit to applying hair color.
Secret is out about Mr. Laurence. But it's no secret that he was a giving man with a loving heart.
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