I colored my hair. What am I gonna do?
Move. Move to some other city where nobody knows you. You can starl all over again. I'll go with you. We'll dry my hair, too, and we'll join the circus."
"Maybe we could do an act on the flying trapezes."
"Aren't you afraid of heights?"
"Oh yeah."
"Come on Bren let's get some hair color."
You were serious?"
"Sure."
"Let's go."
The next morning Brenda woke up to Brandon screaming, "Oh my god."
"Let's go to the circus."
Brenda and Brandon hopped into Mondale and drove to the circus.
"Maybe I'll become a lion tamer."
"I think I'll grow a beard and be the bearded lady."
"I don't know Bran. I"m not so sure you could pull it off."
By Barbara Desmond