The meal was ready.
The family sat down at the table.
Cecilia Adler's gaze landed on Jim Quincy's head.
It had been a while since she'd seen him.
It seemed he had grown quite a bit of hair.
'The store-bought one really works.'
'I wonder if the one I make can achieve the same result.'
Jim Quincy noticed Cecilia's gaze and chuckled. "Ian was just saying my hair looks thicker. That hair growth cream of yours really is effective."
Mrs. Quincy chimed in as if she'd just remembered. "Cecilia, where did you buy it? Could you pick up two more bottles for me? Your father-in-law guards his like it's his most prized possession and won't let me use any."
Cecilia smiled. "Of course. I recently found a new hair-growth shampoo. It's Flora-scented and smells wonderful. Ian and I are both using it. I'll give you two jars next time."
"No wonder you have a hint of Flora scent about you. I thought you were wearing perfume."
