The RFB sent me a snap and although she looked very different, it wasn't a disaster. When I arrived home in the late afternoon after about twelve hours since waking, younger daughter was the only person home, as the RFB and elder daughter were still at work. I didn't mention her eyebrows, but reminded her that we were taking a favourite cousin out to dinner, and that she might enjoy dressing up and putting on some make-up.
The cousin arrived, younger daughter descended in a dress for the occasion -- and with next-to-no eyebrows. The rest of us exchanged startled looks and pointedly said nothing.
When she was away from the table, elder daughter asked what I was going to do.
"Keep quiet and try to start a conversation through texting," I sighed. I was massively jet-lagged and my speech was slurring a little.
The next morning, I printed up an article about eyebrows, looked up some tutorials on YouTube and texted younger daughter, upstairs in her bedroom, sending her one of the links:
How do you feel about your eyebrows?
I still feel beautiful! Simple steps from "beauty - allwomenstalk.com" (the link I'd sent) would help to give advice on how to regrow my eyebrows! As a matter of fact, they really are embarrassingly over plucked!
This happens to everybody when they first start plucking! It happened to me and it happened to your sister!
And I thought of elder daughter's pencil-thin brows the summer after some jerk in Grade Seven accused her of being a lesbian. I thought of Jean Harlow.
The next time younger daughter was out of her room, I snuck in, left the article I'd printed up, and removed her tweezers for hiding.
She hasn't mentioned missing them, and slowly and fuzzily, her eyebrows are coming back. She draws a dark thin line through them each morning.
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