“Fuck…….”

Tina stood in the kitchen, looking up suddenly as she heard the expletives coming from the bathroom.

“Fuck……….”

She walked toward the bathroom as she heard the constant mutterings and ramblings coming from the slight gap in the doorway.

“Bette…?”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

Tina slowly and tentatively pushed the door open as the swearing continued, her mind completely and utterly confused as to what may have brought about the foul mood Bette seemed to be in, she quickly cast her mind over their time since getting up and could not recall anything that would have upset Bette to this degree.

“Are you okay?”

“No I am not fucking okay…”

“What’s up?”

“Fuck…”

“Bette, what’s the matter?” Tina asked quietly, not wanting to add fuel to the fire.

“This is what’s up…” Bette spat as she pointed to her head.

“What? You got a headache?”

“No…”

“Another bad hair day?” Tina asked with a smirk.

“It’s not fucking funny and its more than a fucking bad hair day, okay…”

“Bette, tell me what’s wrong…”

“It wasn’t there yesterday… Fuck!”

“What wasn’t there yesterday…?”

“This…” Bette once again pointed to her head.

“Bette, babe, you need to tell me what you’re talking about because I’m a little confused…”

“THIS is what I’m talking about…!” Bette once again pointed to her head.

“Babe… I still don’t know what you mean…”

“Tina, I have a grey hair…”

Tina stood with a creased brow, her hand covering the smirk on her face.

“Um… I can’t actually see it Bette.”

“Well I can and it’s like a bloody poker standing outright for everyone to see…”

“Come here, let me see.”

“T, just pull it out… and I don’t care if the saying goes that if you pull one out two or three grow back in its place…”

Tina looked for the singular hair, obscured by the mass of curls, her eyes trying hard to focus on the one in a hundred thousand that were looking like Bette had just stepped out of a top notch salon. She found the unique, solitary, offending hair, nestled amongst glossy locks, gently pulling it out straight, she quickly tugged, pulling the hair from its follicle.

“OOOOWWWW…”

Tina smirked once again, holding the evidence in the air in front Bette’s face.

Bette rubbed her scalp, now smiling that the offensive hair had been removed from her head, “thanks babe…” Bette looked to the mirror, her fingers giving the final touch to her style for the day, “there…, that’s better!”

Tina stood, watching, smiling and shaking her head at the transformation in the woman’s demeanour now that the singular hair had been removed.