26 She Needs Help

James.

Paul and I drove to the office at the base while we tried to calm down. Chloe had overstepped, and I knew it was David's doing. I poured myself a glass of scotch and sat on the couch. Paul was angry. He had never been this pissed before. I needed to cheer him up.

"Your dark hair is growing out. Looks a bit brown, but it is growing out. Won't you dye it?" I asked, and he touched his head.

"No," he replied. "Planning on cutting it all off and growing out the dark hair," he said, and I laughed.

"Then people won't be able to tell us apart," I said, cracking the same joke he made when he came home with blonde hair a year ago. He smiled at me and relaxed a bit.

My phone was ringing, and I answered immediately. I did not bother to check the caller's identification.

"James," I heard a familiar voice say, and I knew it was my uncle Caleb.

"Uncle," I said, looking at Paul, and he widened his eyes. Uncle Caleb rarely called, so this must be serious.

"What is this I hear about hosti