“I was, too,” Flo said. “This looks like as good a place as any.”
“Golden hair wash,” breathed Clarissa.
“Make it three bottles,” Judy heard herself saying to the druggist.
He regarded her curiously.
“You aren’t going to use that stuff on your red hair, are you?” he inquired.
“No,” replied Judy, feeling uncomfortable under his puzzled gaze. “It’s for a friend.”
He shook his head. “I can’t understand it. This is the thirteenth bottle I’ve sold in the last half hour. Ordinarily the stuff doesn’t sell too well. You have to be careful how you use it. Follow the directions, and don’t let any of it get into your eyes or your mouth. It will gradually change the color of your hair. Is that what you want?”
“It’s what I want. I want to change everything about me,” declared Clarissa.
Hugging her bottle of shampoo as if it were a magic potion, she followed the others out of the store.
“Now I’ll be beautiful,” she kept saying. “Now I’ll be a golden girl too.”