these girls.â
âAnd quick,â said Heather. âI donât want to look like this at school tomorrow.â
âThatâs too bad,â said Vanessa, linking her arm through Heatherâs. âBecause I think you look cute.â
Mom and I followed them into the house, where Mrs. Jackson greeted us and offered coffee to Mom and cake to all of us.
âGood luck!â Mom called after Heather, Vanessa, and me.
âIf you shave their heads, I wanna help!â shouted Terrell.
Vanessa led us into the bathroom, where a box of bottles and tubes was sitting on the counter.
âNeutralizers, cleansers, and colors,â she explained when Heather and I eyed the container suspiciously. âIf it doesnât wash out or fade, weâll dye your hair back to its original color.â
Since Heather was more worried than I was, Vanessa went to work on her first. After scrubbing and soaking, sheâd gotten rid of most of the color, but there was still a slight tinge to it.
âWell.â Vanessa wiped at her forehead, smearing soapsuds across it. âIf you want, we can dye it. Thatâll definitely hide the rest of the color.â
Heather studied her reflection in the mirror. âNo.â
Vanessa and I looked at each other, then at Heather.
âWhat?â I asked.
Heather smiled. âNow that itâs not as obvious, I kinda like it.â
Vanessa pulled out a hair dryer. âMe too!â
She gave Heather a quick blowout and turned to me. âYouâre next!â
Vanessa put an old towel around my shoulders and set to work with the neutralizer while I sat on the closed toilet. From somewhere nearby, I heard the doorbell chime. Vanessa paused in her work.
âWhoâs that?â
A couple minutes later we had our answer. Tim appeared at the top of the stairs with Gabby. Her hands were in her pockets, and her head was bowed.
âHey, can we come in?â asked Tim.
Vanessa glanced around. âIf one of you wants to stand in the bathtub, sure.â
Tim laughed until Vanessa moved a shampoo bottle out of the way.
âOh, youâre serious.â He climbed in.
Gabby approached the bathroom door, but Ithrust out a halting hand.
âWait. Are you armed? Turn out your pockets.â
âBrooke!â Heather nudged me.
âI donât want to be any other colors!â I told her.
Gabby blushed but showed us her empty pockets. Then she continued to just stand there.
Tim cleared his throat. âOn top of making an excellent statue, my sister also has something to say. Donât make me poke you with this back scrubber,â he said, waving the brush at her.
Gabby took a deep breath, and the intake of air seemed to push tears out of her eyes.
âI just wanted to say Iâm sorry again.â
And then she let out all the air, along with almost every word in the human language.
âIâm so embarrassed and I donât know what I was thinking and Iâm so glad you stopped mefrom making an even bigger fool of myself. I was so hurt that he didnât want to go out with me and I shouldnât have asked either of you to get involved and I promise Iâll pay to have your uniform replacedââthat comment was directed at meââand I think you look really good with purple highlightsââdirected at Heather.
Gabby took another deep breath, but before she could continue, Heather stopped her with a light touch to the arm.
âI get that you were upset,â she said. âBut there has to be a better way to deal with it.â
Gabby nodded and smiled shyly. âI actually came up with something thatâll help not just me, but other girls.â
âThatâs great!â I said.
âAnd weâre sorry too,â added Heather. âWe saw your request to âLincolnâs Letters,â and we felt so terrible! We should never have interfered.âThen she leaned over and
Candace Bure, Dana Wilkerson