Skye's Trouble

Manhattan, East 49th Street, Turtle Community, Catherine Hepburn's home.

If they had barged into a house occupied only by men, even in a neighborhood where every home looked luxurious, Lorin Dane would probably have been considering how to call the police by now.

But with the elderly Catherine Hepburn there, steady as an anchor, she felt far more at ease. At least the old maid from Georgia was no longer quite so guarded.

Quicksilver was there too, since he was family as well. But instead of greeting Lorna's aunt right away, he stared at his younger sister with an odd expression. "What's wrong with you? You were only out for a little while, and you went and dyed your hair?"

"Dyed my hair? No. When would I have had time for that?" Lorna Dane replied without any awareness of it.

The whole drive back had left the tomboy's thoughts in a mess. How could she have had the time to notice the color of her hair? Henry had not said anything, while Lorin Dane, as her aunt, had not known how to bring it up.

Skye did not have so many reservations. "Lorna, your hair color really did change. It's dark green now. Huh, it looks like your eyes changed color too."

At that moment, Lorna Dane showed her feminine side—she cared deeply about her appearance. "Really? I need to look." As she spoke, she jogged into the restroom.

Then came a shrill scream! Lorna Dane ran back out with a terrified expression. "What's going on? How did my hair become this color?"

Henry emerged from the kitchen holding a metal fork and shouted, "Watch out!" At the same time, he threw the fork at the girl.

Lorna Dane obviously did not have the reactions of someone experienced in fighting