Time to Consider
Because of her friend’s perfect sense of direction, just a few hours after her ordeal in the cold, Zoe was not only safe at home but also warmly tucked up in bed. But before she could sleep, she had to run some things through her mind. Abbey was such a strange girl, and at times she said and did the oddest of things; only last week, Zoe had complimented her on how nice her hair smelled… of, was it oranges? And she had given Zoe a shampoo called “Wild Citrus,” saying that it didn’t suit her own hair so Zoe could have it. Then she had apologized for what looked like teeth marks on the cap! Abbey had wonderful soft blonde hair, so light that it would curl around one’s fingers if you touched it, obviously due to static electricity. Well, that was what Zoe used to think, true
