tangled

"Um, I didn't actually mean, me taking a shower with you?" Of course, Violet didn't mention this to Sid until she wrapped a towel around herself when the shower was over.

"You didn't seem to mind." He reminded her.

"Well, we save on water that way..for ..for you know, the old lady who runs the place." Violet shrugged.

"You mean Mandy?" Sid squinted.

"You know her first name?" This was news to Violet. "When did you start this? First name basis?"

"I dunno. She seems to know me." Sid told her.

"Really?" That was a relief to Violet. Maybe they wouldn't have to move. She was in no hurry to get dressed, and neither was he, evidently, who shook his wet head about with his towel around his waist in their room. "When did you see her last?"

"She wanted me to draw a picture of her cat." He said as he watched her comb her thick auburn hair out. He took over when she hit a snag.

"Her cat?" Violet was puzzled. "When do you find time for such exercises?" She gritted as she pulled the comb through her tangles. "I thought you spent all your time with me."

"Some times, I can't sleep."

"I thought you slept well."

"You could sleep through anything, Violet." He mentioned.

"Obviously." She squinted hard as he edged the comb through.

"You have too much hair." He then informed her.

"So. What about yours?"

"You should let me cut it." He was matter of fact, and she was certain they should be discussing more pressing matters. Like the Dr. Bentley and his medication.

"No, you might make me a pixie." She winced.

"I would not."

"My mum would hate it."

"She's not here." He did have a point. Violet sighed. He'd already tattooed her.

He jerked a long pair of shears out of her dresser drawer then. Where did those come from?They looked quite deadly to Violet as her eyes lit. Then his towel came undone. And she had a good laugh suddenly, thinking he was the naked hairdresser.