”Hi!” The world was wonderful this morning. Today was the day she would finally step through a gate into history.
”Sleep well?” Malcolm asked.
Margo laughed. “I was so excited I hardly closed my eyes all night.”
”Thought as much,” he chuckled. “Kit up yet?”
”In the shower.”
”All packed?”
”Yes!”
”Good. We have one last appointment before we go.”
Uh-oh. Margo regarded him suspiciously. “What is it?
A pained smile came and went. “You’re not going to like it, but I think it’s vital.”
”What?”
”We need to visit Paula Booker.”
Margo wondered who the devil that was. “For?”
”Your hair.”
Margo touched her short, flame-colored hair. “What’s wrong with my hair?”
”Nothing-for here and now. Everything, for down time. That color stands out We want to be inconspicuous. The less noticed you are, the better.”
”What are you going to do about it? Dye it?” Margo asked sarcastically.
”Yep..”
She stared “Oh, no.”
Malcolm sighed. “I knew this wouldn’t be well received. That’s why I wanted Kit’s opinion.”
”On what?” Kit asked, emerging from the bathroom. He was-uncharacteristically-clad only in a towel. His hair was still wet and he hadn’t shaved yet Margo stared, knowing it was rude, but she couldn’t help it
There were scars. Terrible ones.
”Margo’s hair,” Malcolm said. “I think Paula should dye it.”
Margo managed do drag her gaze off Kits whip-scarred torso and met his gaze. He ignored her stricken look and merely studied her critically. “Yes,” he said slowly, “I didn’t think it was too important yet, but you’re probably right. She’s awfully noticeable.”