Martha sits down in Julie's chair, examining herself. She has plain brown hair that drapes over a round face. Shaped like a heart, her mother says, but Martha suspects that's just a nice way of saying fat face. Heart-shaped just like your father, her mother adds. One day, Martha will appreciate this resemblance to her father, but for now, all she sees in the mirror is fat—and she sees Julie, picking out somebody's hair from the comb she is about to use.