Desperate, I wondered about whether my parking was going to run out, or if the car needed a tune up, or if I should call the office and tell them that I wasn’t coming back today. I wondered if my hair was thinning and if those ads in the back of the newspaper were true in promising hair re-growth. Was that a waste of money I wondered? Should I even care about hair loss? I wondered about Emma and if she thought that I was losing my hair, and what she’d say if I suddenly came home with thicker hair than I had in the morning. I knew what she’d say about me spending thousands of dollars on hair re-growth. She’d laugh, then mock, then kill me. Did hair loss matter to anyone other than the person losing the hair?