“Are you sure it looks all right?” Rose and Shelly were sitting in the car, after lugging their packed weekender bags into the boot.
“Are you kidding me?” Shelly popped her gum. “You look gorgeous.”
Rose pulled her mirror down and stared at the big blonde curls framing her face. “I think I’m in shock. I look so different.”
Shelly slid her an exasperated look. “Don’t you like it?”
Rose touched her hair in wonder. “I do,” she said, “I think I actually love it.”
“You do look like Marilyn Monroe,” Shelly pointed out. “What was it Freddy called you? A blonde bombshell, sexy as…” She trailed off as Rose gave her a pointed look.
“I don’t want to develop a reputation of being dumb.”
“That’s just a silly old stereotype.” Shelly clipped her seatbelt into place. “Although it probably is
