I looked at Jack. “Give it to me straight.”

“Your hair looks a little, um, wild.”

Great. The sea air had had its way with me; my hair looked like some crazy-wool handmade scarf you’d find at the bottom of your Goodwill bag.

What to do? I was about to sit down to an important dinner. There was no time to make a fix, I hadn’t brought a bag. and could MacGyver from only what I was wearing. What happened next will amaze and astound you.