“Sure,” she responded. “What color are you thinking?”“I don‘t know, something dramatic. Totally different than my natural color. Red, maybe?”She thought for a moment, studying my features, moving her head back and forth like beauticians do. “I’m not feeling red. How about dark brown?”“You know what, let’s do it!”As she turned me from blonde to brown, Aimee gave me updates on her family. Her mom and new step-dad Mike were completely in love. “I think it's her best marriage yet,” she told me. Billy, Aimee's older brother, was doing all right but still hanging with the wrong crowd for the most part. “How about Grandma and Grandpa? How are they?” I asked.“Oh, you know them,” she said. “They never change. Grandpa still works too much and Grandma Nancy is still raising Hannah and Natalie.”I chuckled as memories of the past couple of summers rolled through my head. “I would love to see them,” I mused.She thought for a second, her fingers still entangled in my hair.
