He sighed. “I told her that my head would be cropped off the pictures but she was like… well if you wore some make-up you wouldn’t need to crop your head off.” he said, mimicking our mother’s voice.
“So… are you or aren’t you?” I asked. “I’d crop your head off either way but…”
“But what?”
“I think Mum’s looking forward to seeing the pictures, and I think they’d be better if you did wear some make-up… just a touch… a bit of lippy and eye-liner.”
“What’s the point if my head’s going to be cropped off?”
“Mum.” I reiterated. “It’ll wash off… no one’ll know.”