He didn’t probe me or bombard me with a bunch of questions, instead he sat there looking at me and waiting. I had experienced that same thing in our private chats but I’d never had to endure it while he was looking at me. Up until this visit I had managed to keep my hair secret from him and Mommy Beth. Now I found myself telling him all about my reasons for letting my friend die it purple and why I had insisted on not getting it cut.
Now, I cannot tell you how he did it because frankly I haven’t got a clue, but before we were done talking I had agreed to let him take me to a barber to get the purple washed out and get my hair cut.