Portrait

She was a bleached blonde since she was sixteen. At age 5 she was idolizing her Barbie doll. She spent her grandparents gift money at the colorist. 45 dollars a pop. She kept at it every month. By the time she was 18 she could have bought a used car. Her dyed yellow hair never stopped clashing with her fair skin. One glance and you knew she was born a brunette. Nature is no dummy when it comes to color. Now she is silver-haired under the blonde. She is in her mid fifties with three grown sons and a backyard in-ground pool in a posh seacoast neighborhood. She takes a few annual Aspen ski vacations, wears clunky designer boots, has weekly massages, and has a curmudgeon workaholic banker husband. By day she teaches foreigners how to eat and shop American style, hot dogs at Walmart. She is perfect for the job. The families from Morocco, Yemen and Senegal are taught about proper living room furniture and weekend lawn mowing.