“I didn’t think you were the type to play with other people’s hair,” Emil commented, trying to rile her up. Just like he used to all the time.
She almost wished it would work.
Coleen used some hair clips to pull Emil’s bangs back from his forehead. After all, there was nothing to hide anymore. She settled the mirror in front of him so he could examine the new appearance.
For the longest time, Emil said nothing.
“I’m cutting my hair.”
And there was an hour, gone to waste.