The blonde head didn't look up from its study.

The top of a blonde head appeared above the counter.

Wayne was mostly aware of that blonde head down there, picking up light from the stage.

I drew a pitcher of water from the sink and let it go on their blonde heads.

Within seconds, her blonde head was lost in the crowds.

That was not difficult; one blonde head moving among so many dark ones.

Now and then I would glance up at the blonde head at the front of the plane.

The shiny blonde head moved up the stairway and into the shadows at the top.

I looked past the blonde head at the world beyond and below.

A door in the right-hand wall opened, and a curly blonde head looked out.