51. Idiots

Lucy

I woke up in Yvonne’s office. For the first time since I’d woken up from being sick, I was alone. I stretched out on the bench with a deep sigh of contentment and sat up. It was probably the best sleep I’d had in a long time.

“Morning,” Yvonne greeted, coming down the hall. She was dressed in a robe and brushing her hair. “I usually don’t pry, but your hair….”

I grimaced, eyeing the long curly hair over her shoulder.

“Do you maybe want some help with it? Maybe a haircut?”

I sat up straighter, filled with hope. “You’d… You’d really cut my hair for me?”

Yvonne chuckled. “If that’s what you want.”

I worried my lip, wondering what Matt and Tony would say, but then I thought about last night. Matt had pushed and pushed even though I said I didn’t want to. There was no way I could get any clearer than that.

“You’re looking a little too serious for a haircut.”

“They… like it long.”

“Are they taking care of it? Lugging it around? Styling it?” Yvonne rolled her eyes.

“No.”

“Then, it’s