"Blue?" he asks with a raised eyebrow, "Green...? Erm... blonde?"

"It's the last of the blue, still fading out," I tell him. He's talking about my hair, of course. He's gotten to speculating its color everytime he sees it, and since it's semi-permanent, it's always changing, o'course. But this blue stuff's really hanging on here, in very light silvery-gray pastel blue shades. "My mom says it looks silver," I add as an afterthought.

"Your roots are showing!" Juan teases as I head to the small office adjacent to theirs. (He and Fonz are always throwing shit at each other, and when given the opportunity, at me, too. It's just the way we get along.) "Oh no, not the roots!" I answer sarcastically. "Now everyone's gonna know I'm not a natural blue!"