Ken Aptekar's "Read Red"

"Where'd you get the red hair?" they ask. I know they're thinking, "You're not really Jewish. Jews don't have red hair." So am I somebody else's, some Gentile's kid? I'm amazed they even notice the wonderful color, the hair's so short. At the barbershop Dad says, "Give him a Princeton Charlie." Crestfallen, I watch my red hair collect on the floor, get swept up, thrown out. "Came with the head," I reply.