It all started about a month ago. The changes. James and I had just gotten back from our honeymoon— I remember the exact moment quite clearly. I was trying to put together a coffee table for the living room of our new house, when James came over with a rather curious look on his face.
“Penny,” he said, trying to pull his moderately short bangs into his eyeline, “does my hair look a bit different to you—”
“Your hair looks fine, dear.” I told him dismissively as I rolled my eyes and turned back to this frustrating piece of furniture. James’ grandfathers on both sides of his family were bald, you see… He was always trying to check the back of his head— always worrying that he was going to lose his luscious locks. I didn’t think this was anything new.
“No– no, honey, does my hair color look any different? It seems a bit lighter, s