A paler shade of green

“How does Katie appear to you today?”

“Same as always, sullen.”

“Is she still all emo with that black fringe covering her face?” She asked, throwing around the Urban Dictionary word like she knew what it meant.

“No, it’s green now. Well, actually more of a teal,” I explained. “But, she wears the same black lipstick, and with her pale complexion and that shade of hair, she has a perpetual seasick cast about her.”

Expelling an exasperated sigh, she just shook her head.

“She can’t even swim!”

I didn’t know what she meant by that, but it seemed the best argument against the unnatural hue of Katie’s hair she could summon.

“Her whole look is not very fetching,” she said, glaring at me as if I had control over the dye job. “She should’ve outgrown this rebellious stage ages ago.”

“Don’t be aggravated at me,” I said, holding up both hands in surrender. “She never pays attention to anything I say, I’m just her daughter. Maybe she’ll listen to you Gramma, but I doubt it.”