The next morning I get up an hour early. And to make sure I don’t run into Matt, I move fast. After a quick shower, I apply some makeup and pull my flaming red hair into a tight bun. I wish I had black hair like Sammi, but there’s nothing to be done about it. To disguise my face further, I even put on a pair of Clark Kent glasses I borrowed from Michelle. I’m not naïve enough to believe they can fool Matt into believing I’m someone I’m not—that only works in comic books—but he probably won’t be able to tell who I am from a distance.
OMG, if he looks like Dick and she looks like Babs...
