A Bald Women's Road Trip
1962, San Francisco Sharon was the one who picked up the call. She rather quickly learned that Violet Walthorpe, the founder of the Bald Women's Society had died last night. Sharon offered her condolences. As for the funeral, it of course would be a big event. That was what Violet had always done, after all. She thanked and said they would be in town. Sharon, of course, had known Violet for many years, as had countless other bald women. In particular, Violet's oldest daughter had been her childhood nanny growing up. Being bald herself, Sharon was happy for all Violet had accomplished through her life. Sharon was the only one in the apartment when she received the call. Soon after, her best friend Patricia arrived back. They had been friends for a very long time. They grew up in New York, but had moved to San Francisco a few years ago. "Hey, Patty. How was work?" Sharon asked. "It was alright." she replied. They made more small talk until Sharon revealed wha