This last October evening Alice felt she wanted to change something. “My hair?” she thought and died it black. “Drop-dead gorgeous you are,” her mirror informed her.
“You are not really dying, are you?” asked Amanda.
“I have the doctor’s permission to live till Tuesday,” said Laura.
“But today is Saturday; this is serious!” gasped Amanda.
“I don’t know about being serious; it is certainly Saturday,’ said Laura.
“Death is always serious,” said Amanda.
The book slipped from her hands and Alice opened her eyes…