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“I kind of like the pink,” I told her when I saw her a few minutes after I got out of the shower. “It’s like you have a cotton candy halo around your head.”

“Oh stop!” She patted at her hair, but it just wouldn’t lay flat. “I think that dye damaged it because it was on there so long. It made it kind of frizzy.”

“I’m sure there will be something at the salon that can fix it,” I reassured her as we walked in the direction of the hairdressers’. I stopped and picked up two coffees and then we were on our way.

The walk took fifteen minutes, but we were still early. Natalie let us in anyway, her eyes wide as she looked at Celia. “Girl, I have to teach you how to throw a hay-maker, don’t I?”

She tutted and fussed until she had Celia in a chair with a cover snapped around her neck to protect her clothes. She examined Celia’s hair carefully and asked questions before she finally offered any advice. “Right now, I’d tell you to leave it alone. The hair was really damaged by the dye they thre