Hot Rod Harriet

She stood 5 feet 1 inch, except on Friday afternoons after her weekly hairdressing appointment at the Golden Peacock hair salon. Fridays, she stood tall at 5 foot 2. And her lips were never without lipstick, a bright shade of red, Coca-Cola Red — that perfect orangey-red that looked great on everyone. She never left home without it. Her nickname was “Hot Rod Harriet” — she walked fast, drove faster, and fast-talked her way out of countless speeding tickets, all without my father ever knowing.  

Theo Kalogeris Moccia