She tried bleach. The hair turned white, then brittle, then crumbled to a powder that smelled of swimming pools. Too slow. Too theatrical.
Lena leaned closer, despite the warning. She watched the water turn a cloudy, malignant gray. And she thought: What else will dissolve hair? The question was not academic. what will dissolve hair
She sat with the jar in her hands. The sun moved across the floor. She tried bleach