Our girls about the ages of four and six left the house and gathered up all their friends to come see their silly daddy. For days we had children looking through the storm door saying, “Mr. Prewit, we like your new hair. He beamed! Honestly, he thought he was gorgeous.

He told me that it was put on with glue and wig tape and would not fall off. He could bathe in it, sleep in it, and take it off once a week to wash it. The first night he got frisky and I think it was to see if the damned thing would stay put. It did. Well, until sometime during the night it came unglued and when we awoke it was glued partially to the top of his head and partially under my armpit. Houston, we have a problem!

His first remark was, “It hurts”, and my response was, “You think that is painful!” “What do you think my arm pit is feeling”. It could only be removed with rubbing alcohol and that was in the bathroom. So, he got to his knees and with my armpit attached we cripple into the bathroom. Thank God the children were still asleep or they might have gone out and rounded up the neighborhood children to come see silly, naked, mommy and daddy.

The bathroom was so tiny so we lay down in the hallway. We talked about the next plan of action and decided if I poured rubbing alcohol down my shoulder it would run under my armpit and free us. After awhile it did work. From then on, he removed it and placed it on the wig stand.

That was the first of so many toupee stories. All include either him losing it or getting it hung somewhere. Life with Roy was always interesting; never boring, but always interesting.

By my friend, Reita Prewit