My wife was babysitting for our youngest (34-year-old) daughter the other day and after she came back from shopping, our six-year-old granddaughter started brushing out her mother’s hair. “Mommy,” she said, “You have such shiny hair!” Our daughter has dark brown hair.
“You mean white hair?”
“No, silver.”
It was a great testament to our daughter’s self-control that our granddaughter is still alive.
A few typos in Chapters 14 and 15 were fixed. Thank you to my eagle-eyed readers. I try, but it amazes me when something still sneaks past my editors and me. Anyway, the second invasion has begun. Enjoy!