My husband’s face was pale. «Babe,» he began. I could tell the news wasn’t good. I sunk slowly into a chair.«She has them. I’m sure of it. Positive, even. She has lice.»I felt the color drain from my own face. Surely he must be wrong. This can’t be! Lice? Lice?! No. Nooooo!I don’t do «bugs». I don’t camp. I…
