Grandma turns to her junior picture. The girls all wear black dresses with pearls. Grandma’s freckles pop out in the black-and-white picture. She’s adorable, but her hideously high hair finally makes me understand the term rat’s nest. It’s a less flattering style than I’ve seen on sixties-era TV shows, and looks especially bad on Grandma’s corkscrewed locks.
“What’s with the hair?” Ginnie asks. “Mallory, I won’t let you do that to yourself or the ozone.”
“It’s a bouffant,” Grandma says. “That was the style. My mother would do it for me every other day. I grew it out after high school, wore it really long and wild.”