Charlie asks, “Do you like my hair?”
Elysha and I look. Slicked back. Parted on the side.
“Yes,” we say in unison.
“Me, too,” Charlie says. “I stuck my hand in the puddle and—”
“Puddle?” Elysha and I interrupt in unison.
Charlie asks, “Do you like my hair?”
Elysha and I look. Slicked back. Parted on the side.
“Yes,” we say in unison.
“Me, too,” Charlie says. “I stuck my hand in the puddle and—”
“Puddle?” Elysha and I interrupt in unison.
