Tarragon Hair
Looks could kill.
Tarragon hair!” Amma’s grandmother grumbled, setting her bag on the packed, red earth. “What will the neighbors think? Tarragon roots on your head,” she pointed at Amma with her umbrella before laying it at her feet next to her bag. “Targon in your eyes.”
Amma’s grandmother was probably the only neighbor who believed that old proverb. Everyone else used tarragon leaves to preserve butter or chewed them to relieve toothaches. Father claimed the herb helped him sleep. Amma’s hair certainly twisted and coiled and spread like tarragon roots, but no one had actually seen the targon dragon for which the herb was named, since before Amma was born. As far as she was concerned, targons were mythical animals. Unstyled hair was no more a sign of dragon eye than look
