Shampoo looked at the woman with much interest. She'd never seen this woman before. The woman's face suddenly took on a saddened look.
"My my... I'm sorry. Shampoo, that's your name, correct?"
"Yes. Why've you been waiting for me? And where's Colonge?"
"Well, Shampoo, it seems your grandmother has passed." The woman said regretfully. "Poor child, I'm so sorry. It says here you were close."
Shampoo's eyes began to tear up. Colonge was by no means her favorite person, but it was true that they were close.
"It seems that this is for you, dear." The old woman said and smiled kindly. "Your grandma left this when she sold the restaurant to us. She said to look for a girl with purple hair. We don't see too many people round here. So when you came in with the hair, we knew it would be you."
Shampoo smiled slightly as she reached for the small folded page. The old woman handed Shampoo the paper. Shampoo opened it. Her eyes scanned the page and she gasped.
Shampoo,
You've left. Obviously, I have no idea where you are. By the time you get this, I'll be dead. I'm getting up in age. In fact, I have lost count. But, Grandaughter, as much as I don't want to admit this, I miss you. I had so much hope in you. You messed up one too many times, and with anyone else I would have given up. I kept trying in your case. I wanted to train you to take my place in the tribe. Yet, after your little stint, I have no choice.
YOU ARE HEREBY EJECTED FROM ANY AMAZON TRIBE.
YOU ARE AN OUTCAST.
YOU ARE STRIPPED OF YOUR AMAZON HERITAGE.
We are all deeply ashamed of you.
Shampoo burst into tears.
