A whole heap of blackness (pt. IV of IV): Back at work.

I just saw my (black and in her 60s) friend who mans the guard station at the main library on campus, since she had fallen and broken her ankle and has been out of work for like a month and a half now. She asked me if I had gotten a haircut, and I told her a month ago, but she said the lines were clean, and I told her that I had been keeping the lines clean with a razor ever since she told me about clean lines a few months ago. I then asked her how her ankle was, and she was like, "Oh, it's doing fine, but it sure does mess up my switch."