The door opened. The girls turned and saw their mother standing in the doorway. "My, you girls look nise this morning."
What shocked Olivia wasn't that Mom didn't seem to notice anything wrong with them, but herself. "Mom," Olivia gasped, "you have a beard."
"Of course I have a beard," Mom said, stroking the blond growth of hair that reached nearly to her waist, almost like the guys in ZZTop. "I've had it since I was fifteen. You mean you just noticed?