Oh, really??? Well, in that case...
Lois sat in front of the mirror, brushing her long, silky hair. It lay around her shoulders, just the way she loved it.
Behind her, the love of her life stood watching, his fingers twitching.
“Stop looking like that, Tank,” she told him firmly. “Yes, I know we had a deal, but you’re growing your beard back. Therefore I’m keeping my hair long. Anyway, you said you love me no matter what my hair looks like!”
“You’re right, honey,” Tank admitted reluctantly. He gave the shears on the dressing-table one last, longing look, then locked them in a drawer. Permanently.
(Lynn, you weren't kidding when you talked about duelling drabbles!
)
Wendy
