Kristy Noel Gillinder

Lots of Love and the Little Black Book

Lots of Love and the Little Black Book “Well, this is as good as it’s going to get, for now,” Jill Martin sighed. She fluffed her platinum blonde pixie cut one more time and smirked at her reflection in the mirror. In all her forty-three years, this was the first time she could ever remember having short hair. Thanks to the chemotherapy and radiation over the last eighteen months, everything had changed. But at least her hair had grown back. Maybe it was short, but at least she had hair.