Cody saw Doc McNeil coming, supporting a woman with dusty gray hair from which pink curlers dangled.

Women in pink curlers.

Then she got out of the tub, toweled herself dry and set her hair in pink curlers.

The thought of being murdered by a seventy-year-old woman in pink curlers was harrowing on many levels.

Wear big pink curlers to bed and watch old movies.

She had appeared wrapped in her robe, her hair rolled on pink curlers.

She was sitting in a rocking chair across the pine-paneled living room, wearing her plain blue robe, her feet in Dearfoam slippers and pink curlers in her graying hair.

A pink curler hit her in the nose.

Her bleached hair was dark at the roots and tightly wound in small pink curlers, several of which had been displaced.

Wearing a bright blue Chinese robe and a corona of pink curlers, she peered into her bathroom mirror and painstakingly applied false eyelashes.