No Matter How Painful, Talk…

Blinking, Monica sputtered, “You’re leaving me and going back to the city?”

He laughed.

“I’m not laughing, Chase,” she warned

“Your hair is very pretty by the way. How’d they do that?” He motioned with a twirling gesture about his head. “How’d they get your hair to hold up so steady?” He marveled at sweeping slick bangs and the curls adorning her head, all up and…