Elise Bryant

“Shit, we don’t have toothbrushes or toothpaste . . . and oh no, your hair.”
“My hair?” I ask, confused.
“Yeah, your hair. You probably don’t have a bonnet. Or, like, a scarf? Whatever you use. My mom always forgets hers on trips and then sends my dad out to get her one at CVS. I can go to CVS if you want . . . or whatever the Solvang equivalent of a CVS is.”