“Today I went to the salon to get my bangs cut and a strand of my hair dyed pink. When Marsha died it pink she used some tin foil and put it next to my hair and she painted magenta gooey stuff on my hair. She folded it over and then did it all again. Then she took the tin foil and put a straightening iron on it. Then she slipped it off and rubbed it together. Then she did it all over again. Then she combed it out neatly.”
Dad says: I couldn’t have said it better myself.