And when the stylist said,
"So what are we doing today?"
"Whatever you want."
And she cleverly distracted me by talking about our state's record unemployment. We talked about how her dad has been out of work for nine months. We talked about how the Big 3 were whimpering and how Checkered might soon be out of work. We talked about how houses are taking two plus years to sell., so how could we ever move out of state to find other work. We talked about all those happy thoughts, and she painted and painted and painted and painted ... my hair.
I talked. She talked. We laughed.
And when I next checked the mirror, I was a redhead.
By the way, all those pink shirts I bought?
Redheads can't wear them.