Chapter Six -

Is It Natural?

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Ororo joined Logan on a kitchen island bar stool.

“Good morning, Logan,” she chirped.

“Mornin’, ‘Ro,” came his response, and he passed her a mug of coffee.

They basked in comfortable silence until Logan spoke up, “Is it natural?”

Ororo cocked an eyebrow, “Excuse me?” She sipped some coffee.

“Your hair,” he pointed to her snowy tresses atop her head, “Is it natural?” He repeated.

Sputtering out her drink, Ororo collected herself. Just barely. Logan’s expression held sincere curiosity and bafflement.

She couldn’t help it.

For the first time in a long time, Ororo threw her head back and laughed.





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