The Dandelion Diary by Devney Perry EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Devney Perry
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Jeff
“Dandelion,” I called from the base of the stairs. “We have to go.”
“Almost ready!” Katy yelled.
That was the fifth time she’d promised she was almost ready in the past
thirty minutes. “Sixty seconds.”
“Coming!” Footsteps pounded overhead as she ran from the bathroom to
her bedroom.
We were going to be late. I hated being late. But if there was a female in
this world I’d wait for, it was Katy.
Abandoning the stairs, I went to the coat rack in the entryway, taking
down my black Carhartt and shrugging it on. Then I patted my pockets,
making sure I had my gloves and beanie. “Thirty seconds.”
“I’m hurrying, Daddy!” Her voice had that panicked shriek I’d heard
every morning this week.
It was probably her hair. Again. Every day this week, she’d come down
upset about her hair.
When I’d asked what was wrong, when I’d pressed for specifics, I’d just
gotten muttered responses. Maybe it was the style. Maybe the cut. I didn’t
have a damn clue. She just hated her hair.
I dragged a hand through my own thick, brown strands, wishing I’d taken
the time to learn hair before she’d become a preteen.
There were dads who knew how to braid or make fancy twists or wield a
curling iron. If I could turn back the clock to when she was three, when it was
just me to tame her wispy dark-blond strands, I wouldn’t have just combed it
out and sent her on her way to daycare. I should have learned how to do the
braids.
Did twelve-year-old girls wear braids? Even if the answer was yes, we
didn’t have time.
“Fifteen sec—”
“I’m ready.” Katy’s boots pounded on the steps as she came flying down
the staircase. Tucked under her arm was the diary I’d given her for her
birthday. I’d picked it because of the dandelion on the cover, the white puff
with seeds flying.
“Coat and gloves.” I took the backpack from her shoulder when she hit
the entryway, holding it as she snagged her magenta coat from a hook. “Grab
a hat too.”
She stilled, her eyes widening. One arm was in her coat, the other frozen
midair. “Do I need a hat?”
“Um…” Damn. This was a trap, wasn’t it? Yes, she needed a hat. It was
freezing outside. But if I told her to wear a hat, would she think it was
because of her hair? “You don’t need a hat.”
Her shoulders sagged. “I hate my hair.”
“I love your hair.” I reached out and tugged at one of the long, fine
strands.
“Hailee called it mousy brown.”
“Okay,” I drawled. “Is that bad?”
“That’s an ugly color.”
“It’s not an ugly color.”
Katy’s hair fell nearly to her waist. It was fine and soft and as straight as
wheat stalks, nearly the same shade too.
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