Her cotton-white hair seemed to move as if a wind stirred it, but there was no wind.
As the Bay Ridge Church Ladies league finished its games, a dozen women with cotton-white hair bemoaned the news that the bowling alley was going to be turned into a parking garage.
Everyone in the room seemed to hold a breath, waiting for his tuft of cotton-white hair to vanish as he crumpled to the floor in a small, dead heap.
