A Smack in the Face for Darrell Darrell walked briskly away from the scene. She went home and locked herself in her bedroom. Darrell gritted her teeth. She pushed her face into the pillow and tightly shut her eyes. She heard conspiratorial whispers from the hallway. There was a knock on her door a moment later. Something possessed Darrell to get up from her position on her bed and unlock her bedroom door. She found Sally Hope with a pained expression on her face. Her mouth was contorted in worriment. She kneaded her hands. She tried to straighten her back, before she spoke. ‘Hello, Darrell.’ ‘I saw you.’ ‘Your hair is nice,’ Sally mumbled. ‘It looks fine short. Why didn’t you show me? We could have gone together to the hairdressers. We didn’t mean to upset you, Darrell, you aren’t upset, are you?’ ‘Samantha cut it for me.’ ‘Are you alright?’ ‘I don’t want to talk with you, Sally, I’m perfectly fine on my own.’ ‘Darrell.’ She shut the bedroom d