I remember the day; – Coco smiles softly, – sitting like now on some porch, drinking wine in a dreadful mix with people who seemed to matter. Several seconds before I left, a bunch of skinny red hair whispered into my ears: Coco – I am glad you are fat. Otherwise you would be a real competition. You are so smart, but not good looking, thank God.
– How long ago, Coco? I don’t believe it!
– A lifetime ago, a universe away.
– She is such an asshole!
– No, she is not. She is a Red Hair Intervention. It is a blessing to have one. She is mine Red Hair Intervention. I am yours. Capisce?