...this had to be one of the strangest conversations she'd ever had about her hair. Molly was usually able to get a read on if she was being chastised (which... fit his age) or being hit on (which... fit his demeanor).

"Well, thank you. I like it."

And by her tone, that was really the most important thing. Her father, she'd desperately cared about his approval... but she'd done it any way. It was her life, her choices, and it had to stay that way. The hair was her first reminder of that.