Ronnie looks genuinely surprised as she blinks at me. “You’re dying Indy’s hair?” “Like yours,” Indy chimes in as she runs into the bathroom. My gaze finds Ronnie’s, and now she’s blinking even faster. “What?” I ask, worried that I’ve done something wrong. She looks between me and Indy. There’s a suspicious sheen to her eyes as she clears her throat. “You’re letting her dye her hair? Like mine?” I shrug. “Is that bad?” Ronnie shakes her head. “That’s the sweetest thing. You really
