Clearing The Air

Sammy made it a point to slam and bang every single door in her way on her way out of the house. After a quick change, and doing the bare minimum, she promptly slammed her final door, leaving the premises for some deep extensive soul searching, I'm sure.

As she silently rushed by, simmering and fuming under her breath, I noticed she didn't have her hair braided and styled like Mom's anymore, instead letting it flow loose and free in the dawning midday breeze.

Now I may be a dumb-dumb at times, but even someone who's completely colorblind can see the red flags waving and fluttering.

First is the hairstyle to go, then it'll be the clothes. Next thing I know she's changing her looks, having a whole new life elsewhere while living under a mysterious alias. I called it here first.

I don't know, though. If anything, she's actually being more reasonable and sensible than I was. The appropriate reaction should be anger, it should be outrage.