The Night I Became a Colonel, My Mother-in-Law Cut My Hair While I Slept—By Morning, I Was Done Obeying Them

No symbolism.

No dramatic declaration.

I just liked it.

One morning, Harris looked at me before a briefing.

“Ma’am, new haircut?”

“It has been growing for four months.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You’re very observant for an intelligence officer.”