Keith
It was Grant’s night with Celia, but I hadn’t seen her hair yet. Grant told me about it, but it just didn’t make any sense in my head. I waited for her to come home after her shift at the library, and hid from her. When she went to walk up the stairs, I leaned out from the kitchen to have a look at the back.
Okay, not so bad. I tried to lean out to have a better look, but my foot, clad only in a sock, slid on the polished, hardwood floors, and I fell. I quickly got up, and knew I was caught. I ran to the pantry door, slid inside, and quietly closed the door.
“Hey?” She called out as she came back down the stairs. “Are you down here, Keith?”
“Celia, are you home?” I heard Grant call from the living room. “Sorry, I knocked over a plant. How was your day?”
“People like my hair, a
