“What happened to your hair?” Andy asked Jordan at dinner.
“What’d you mean?” Jordan responded in the way he always responds when avoiding an answer.
Sam looked up from his fajita. “Woah. Buzz-buzz,” he said.
Jordan looked up, and I held my breath. It was a moment when things could take an ugly turn.
Jordan cracked a smile.
Andy said, “Did you get electrocuted?”
Jordan’s smile turned wide. “No,” he chuckled. “I tried straightening my hair.”
“Did it turn out the way you were hoping?”
Jordan shook his head and laughed again. “Not really.”
“I could help you,” I said.
“Why do you want to straighten you hair?” Sam asked.
“If I straighten my hair we can have a free day in weights. Plus, it could be cool.”
Sam cut his eyes to him. “Buzz-buzz,” he said the line that made us laugh earlier. The second delivery did not disappoint the young comedian. We laughed again.
After dinner, Jordan gathered the tools. We settled in the family room and started the process. Bit by bit we straightened and combed and checked the mirror.
And we laughed.
It is the laughter that I want to remember. A few days earlier I mentioned to Andy that we need to laugh more. It’s not that anything is bad, it’s just that I want to hold on to a lighthearted life. I want to laugh. A lot.
Laughter was one of the things that angered Stephanie. She didn’t like it when we were lighthearted. She didn’t like laughter. I’m not talking about sarcasm or mean laughter. No one likes that. She loathed the kind of laughter that is light and fun and genuine.
The thing that has changed the most about me is that I’m quick to laugh. I laugh more, too. I hope this is always the thing that is changing about me, because I think it it’s a worthy goal — to laugh easily and more.
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