Jerry scrambled up the stairs to the bathroom. His brother was surprised, as Jerry hardly ever ran to or from anything. Joe followed him into the room, asking if he was okay.
Jerry ignored him and took a number of items from the pharmacy bag, setting them on the bathroom counter. “It’s fine, Joe. I just need you to help me with this hair dye.”
“What? Why are you dying your hair?”
“I just realized, gentlemen prefer blondes.”