It wasn't so much that she was tired of dying my hair
I think it had more to do with the fact that her husband
the nice guy at the bar all those years ago
beat the shit out of her
and protective orders neither protect nor order.
Things were not what they seem
especially to the unobservant.
This is not a recent development.
It manifested one night, at a different winery.
Not the one she lost her job from smoking dope on the job.
Allegedly.
It was a different one.
It was about the partners the nice guy at the bar
foisted on her
and it was not just the librarian.
I lost track after that.
Probably for the good.
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