"Hi. How're you doing?" I asked.
"I did not have a good weekend." Her gaze fixed on my face longer than comfort usually allowed between strangers. "Started to lose my hair."
"I'm so sorry."
"I used to have a head full," she said.
"Is it coming out in clumps?"
She tightened her fist. "By the handfuls. I don't want to wear a wig." She pounded her knee, then turned away, waiting.