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now it was morning, and the daylight changed everything. The sun shone through the open window, highlighting Kajsa’s shiny, beautiful brown hair as she brushed it into a cute ponytail. Sam’s hair, on the other hand, looked more putrid than purple. Was this how people felt after spending the evening drinking and doing things they would never have done with an intact mind? Her stomach twisted and gurgled with the aftermath of the no-longer-yummy mints and ice cream.
    She smashed her new tarnished-straw cowboy hat over her hair and frowned, realizing there was a reason her wardrobe didn’t contain any purple items. It wasn’t her color. She looked like a zombie trying to pass as a cowgirl.
    She forced her lips into a smile. “Ready to go, Kajsa?”
    The darling girl giggled when she looked at Sam. “Your hair looks awesome.”
    Liar, Sam thought. “Maybe tonight we can dye yours to match.”
    The shiny, brown ponytail shook with Kajsa’s head. “No, that’s okay,” which was Kajsa’s kind way of saying that awesome really meant hideous.
    Sam grabbed Kasja’s brown hat and set it gently on her head. “Let us away then, my dear. The day isn’t getting any younger.”
    “Huh?”
    “Never mind.” Sam hunted through her purse, looking for her phone and her keys. Maybe she should take Kajsa out for breakfast. That way they could get out of the house before her mother woke up and discovered—
    “What on earth have you done to your hair?”
    So much for that plan. Sam blew a purple curl from her face and turned around to face her mom, wondering if the sun catcher her roommate had given her was actually bad luck.
    “She dyed it,” said Kajsa.
    “I can see that.” Her mother walked into the room and lifted the hat from Sam’s head. She didn’t bother trying to hide a grimace. “May I ask why?”
    Sam played it cool. “I had no choice. It was on my bucket list.”
    “She has to have a fling with summer and ride a bull too,” inserted Kajsa.
    “What?”
    Oh brother, Sam thought. She stole the hat back from her mom and pressed it down over her hair, brushing all loose strands behind her ears. “It’s not like I’m planning to follow through with everything on the list.”
    “Just like you didn’t follow through with dying your hair purple?” said her mom.
    “I was high on Andes mints at the time. You know I can’t be responsible for my actions when that happens.”
    Her mother rolled her eyes. “Sometimes you are too impulsive for your own good.”
    “I’m definitely feeling it this morning, yes.”
    “Thank goodness you have more sense, Kajsa.” Her mom smoothed Kajsa’s ponytail with an expression that said, I wish my daughter’s hair looked as good as yours . With a sigh, she put her arms around both girls. “C’mon. I have some hot-off-the-grill waffles for you downstairs. They should taste good, even though they’re the same old boring neutral color they usually are. Maybe I should have added some purple food coloring.”
    “Don’t even start, Mom.”
    “Oh, I haven’t begun to start. Just wait until your father sees you.”
    Sam didn’t have to wait long. Her father was already in the kitchen, digging into a stack of waffles covered in berries. With resignation, Sam lifted the hat from her head and pointed to her hair. “You have five seconds. Go.”
    He blinked at her.
    “Five, four, three-two-one. Time’s up.”
    He nodded and returned to his waffles.
    With her hands on her hips, her mother shook her head. “Justin, I’m disappointed. You had the perfect opportunity to give our daughter some sage advice, and you blew it.”
    “I’m pretty sure she’s learned her lesson,” came his reply.
    Sam couldn’t agree more. Learned her lesson and would continue to learn it. What would Colton say when he saw it? Sam didn’t want to even think about it. She piled two plates high with waffles, drizzled a heavy helping of syrup over the top of each, and handed one to Kajsa. Then she