I limped over to him. "You've lost weight," I said.
Steven's eyes immediately turned red.
His gaze lingered on my hair. The waist-length wavy curls I used to have had been cut off by his fans, and replaced now by a short crop that just brushed my ears.
I lifted a hand and tucked the stray bits of hair behind my ear, then said, "Mr. Roberts found me an excellent hairdresser. This shortcut is very nice, and I really like it. After cutting my hair short, I realized that my old long hair was just a burden. It looked pretty but was terribly hard to take care of, don't you think?"
Steven got what I was implying.
He shook his head, his voice choked with sobs.
"Hair can grow back; everything can go back to the way it was before."
I said, "But I don't want to go back to the way it was. Steve
