She looks up quickly, startled. She had been so trapped in her own thoughts that she hadnât heard the other womanâs approach. âThanks,â she said, grinning. âMy older brother liked to joke that it was my head looked like it was on fire when we were younger,â she said, letting out a light laugh at the happy memory.
Blair thought it mustâve been nice to have brothers, or just siblings in general. She was an only child; and she always felt like she had missed out something by not having any brothers or sisters of her own. âSomethinâ tells me that was an accurate description... There was this ginger in my swinâ class as a kid; and her hair looked like undulatinâ flames when sheâd twirl.â















