I shrugged, because although I knew that was rude when dealing with grown ups, I had see enough other kids do it that I didn't think Steve was going to think I was brushing him off. Besides, I hadn't cut my own hair in so long, I didn't think I was anyone to talk.

"I think only if you want to get one," I told him. "They keep trying to make me get one at the Home."

But it was clear I hadn't yet. I thought maybe I would want to eventually, especially when I had to go to school, but I liked it like it was right now.