"We regret to inform you that we have had a lice exposure."
I reread the email and thought, "No fucking way."
The girls were not infected, at least not yet, but if the little nits take hold, I have a hard road ahead of me.
I think an army of animals could live beneath her curls. I checked her scalp to the best of my ability (holding fistfuls in each hand, trying to keep her still) and I washed today's outfits and jackets, but now we wait.
I feel itchy.