The fighter I had to become was born in that one moment. I would face Snowystra in the same vindictive way she approached me. This was business, now. Disregarding the pile of hair I left in the sink, I sought out my mother.
By the time I entered my mother’s bathroom, she was sitting with a cover on her head, and Sophia was cleaning up the mess from the hair dye. My mother twisted to greet me. The smile on her face turned to a look of horror.
“What have you done?” she cried. “Your beautiful hair is gone.”
“It was time for a change.” I stood before the mirror and tucked back the stray piece of my dark locks that had dared to leave its place.
“You look beautiful, Miss Blanche,” Sophia praised. “You hardly even look pregnant. What is your secret?”
“There is no reason to let yourself go be
