One of Those Persons Who Should Never Die

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Fiona. My mother loved Fiona because she was the only hairdresser who could dye her hair the right colour.

Every time my mother went for a blow-dry, or a cut and colour, she was gone for half a day. She’d drive to the salon when the sun was up and got out at night with a stench of smoke on her clothes. No one in my family ever had a puff, but this was when you could have a cigarette and give…