Nineteen
Memory 9
“Are you sure?” Em asked, dye brush hovering over my freshly-washed hair. Two hyperactive ferrets wrestled at our feet. “I mean, it’s not … you, Connie. It’s so … brown. So basic.”
“It’s the new me,” I declared. “I’m growing up, Em. That’s not basic. That’s life.”
“That’s sad,” she said.
“Not everyone can be The Doctor,” I replied. “Not everyone can stay young forever.”
“A) I never know what you’re talking about when you mention ‘The Doctor’,” she said. “And b) you can stay young forever. I intend to. Jed intends to. It’s all in your attitude.”
“Well, I have a new attitude.” I pulled Beezus to my chest and gave him a last nuzzle as a pink-haired person. “And it’s all about being elegant. And mature.”
“How very, very dull, bae,” Em said. But she shrugged and ploppe
