I waited, figuratively hearing her gears turning. Four dyes. Three heads. One person left.
“We could dye your hair!” Ryla shouted as I placed the brush down.
“Have you seen this hair?” I pointed at my curls even though she couldn’t see me.
As if sensing my unease, Ryla turned. Her eyes were brimming with mischief as she sensed the weaker prey in front of her.
“It’d be so fun! We could be twinsies!”
I looked at the pink streaks in her hair. That’s what I was afraid of.
But then she pressed her hands together, stuck out her bottom lip and begged, “Pleeeeease?”
And like the weaker pretty I was, I asked, “Is red the only color left?”
Ten minutes later, I was sitting on a chair with a plastic sheet draped around my shoulder. Max grinned from his spot in front of me as he clipped the drape together and nodded to Ryla, who was standing on a step stool behind me.
“This is washable, right?” I eyed the red hair dye on the table with trepidation.
“I have no idea,” Ryla answered honestly.
I was picturing myself looking like Ronald McDonald, when Polly burst into the kitchen in shorts and a white tank, the lavender tips on the ends of her blonde locks fell to just above her breasts.
There are kids here. You will not get excited. You won’t even twitch.
“Ryla! What in the world? What are you doing?” Polly asked, every dip and curve of her lithe body on display in her outfit as she walked toward us.
Fuck.
“Jace said he wanted to dye his hair red!”
Polly crossed her arms. “Oh, he did, did he? It was all his idea?”
“Uh-huh,” Ryla lied.
Polly raised her eyebrows at me. “Are you sure about this?”
I could only nod in response. All of my blood rushed directly south of my equator when she crossed her arms, causing her tits to push up higher.
Polly’s lips upturned on one side.
“Ok then, Ryla. Scoot over. We’ll do this together.”
CHAPTERTHIRTY-TWO
POLLY
Was it love or cardiac arrest? Fucking hell, did people actually like this feeling? It was horrible!
Melanie Harlow, Some Sort of Crazy
Ryla and Max lasted all of five minutes dyeing Jace’s hair before they wanted a snack break. The front of Jace’s hair was already saturated with red dye, so I quickly took off my gloves and gave the big bag of Cheetos to Max and two snack bowls to Ryla. I didn’t have enough time to make them something healthy.
That’s the story and I’m sticking to it. But between you and me, I finally had my hands in Jace’s hair. Was I really going to take the time to wash and cut up an apple?
“Are you sure you want me to keep going?” I asked, moving back to my spot behind Jace as the kids scampered to the living room with their loot.
“I’m pot committed at this point.” I could hear the smile in his voice. “You might as well finish, I wouldn’t want to look silly.”
