My dad shows Katie pictures on his phone of his new house while we wait for food in the neighborhood Italian restaurant. I lean over and rest my head on my mom's shoulder.
"I'm growing my whiskers back," I say, and purse my lips to show her while she nods approvingly.
She looks up sadly at my still-pretty-bald head and adds, "Too bad it's not growing back everywhere."
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