Sullivan didn’t respond to Bethany. Patiently, he unraveled her long hair from the button, strand by strand.
Her hair was so soft, like a baby’s.
With such soft hair, her temperament should be gentle and docile, but she was a stubborn little hedgehog.
Freed from the button, a single strand remained. Sullivan glanced at it but didn’t pull it off. Discreetly, he returned to his seat, Bethany’s hair clinging to his button. This secret warmed his heart.
*****
Back at the apartment Bethany and Janice shared, Janice enthusiastically invited Sullivan and Clara to stay for dinner.
“If it weren’t for you two, Bethany and I would still be stuck at the police station!” Janice was full of gratitude.
“We’re just students; we can’t afford anything fancy. Please stay for a simple meal. Consider it
