It's quite a cool morning out here on the deck, so I am still wearing Dad's dark blue housecoat. Sheeba the cat is keeping me company in the next chair. The sky is overcast and the fragrant air a vibrancy redolent with birdsong. All appears quiet in the home of Chelsea's grandmother, where she appears to have set up camp. I wonder if she will end up living there long term? Tomorrow is Saturday, when she will be coming over for dinner and then to cut and colour our hair. It would be interesting to get George and Jeffrey, and of course, Jesús, in on the act. Do I really want green hair? Or perhaps purple? I wonder how I would look as a blonde. I have never been a blonde before. Never in my life. I may be part Mexican, but I look way more like my mother than like my father. People have always mistaken me for Latino. Not really a mistake. And maybe it is time to learn Spanish? I could ask Jesús to teach me. Well, as they say, there is a first time for everything. I am really looking forward to getting my car back tomorrow. Now it is sure that I will never have to return again to that horrible mansion. And I will also have some independence from Carl. He's not going to like that much...
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