An hour later the owner arrived. She was young and beautiful and warm and welcoming, with a fine face and perfect lips, and she moved through the house as if it was daylight. She lit the four candles again, and more, so that the lounge and the lobby and the corridor to the bar all glimmered as if it was the Middle Ages, and then she took off her coat and hat and she was completely bald, not like someone who shaves her head but like someone who just has no hair at all, quite naturally. I remembered that I’d read somewhere that more and more people were being born that way, that hair was a waste of energy and a nuisance to us now and we didn’t need it.