The next day, I went to the hairdresser. I'd like to charge my hair colour, I said. Sure, said the hairdresser. He helped me pick a colour. Then, he put the dye on my hair. It took a long time to set. When I walked out of the hairdresser, my hair was red instead of blond. There was no way people would mix up Adam and me now. I couldn't wait for people to see how different I looked.