Only one? I asked, wondering at all the black thread I’d tried to see in the mirror on the top of my head back there.
Only one.
I stopped her a moment first and pulled out a red gift bag.
She’d seen this process before, she knew what that meant. She was delighted, disbelieving–and then, “Can I look…?”
Well, yeah!
She looked and her grin got even bigger: “Oh, I LOVE that color!”
And then we got down to business. There was a fair bit of work snipping, tugging carefully, a number of tiny pieces of strong thread coming out bit by bit, making me a bit of a redhead in the process.
So it’s true.
I’ve been frogged.