Deedee Morlock

I also noticed, as I filled a paper cup with punch, that the girl standing by the punch bowl had been involved in an accident. She wore her hair in dreadlocks, and on one side of her head they brushed against her shoulder. On the other side, however, her hair was at least four inches shorter and singed at the bottom, as if it had been set on fire. I returned with my punch to Kiki's side, but kept my eye on the girl with the lopsided hair-do.

"Her name's DeeDee Morlock," said Kiki, hopping onto a stool situated a safe distance from the s’mores.

"This is her father's classroom. As I'm sure you've guessed, he's a chemistry professor."

"What happened to her hair?" I asked.

"It caught on fire during an experiment she was conducting. She's lucky, though. The substances she was working with could have destroyed her whole block."

"So she's a chemist, too?"

"She puts her father to shame," said Kiki.