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32 EPISODE 4: PART 1- THE DEVIL’S HAIRGROUND
me to a small stool and I threw myself onto it with a grin. Even the plaiting wasn’t so painful at the back where they started. “Yes,” I thought. “I can handle this. It’s 8:30 am now so I should be out of here by 4:00 this afternoon.” I hummed a little while two girls busily worked at the foundations of my head.
An hour later it was four girls and I was trying to read an Agatha Christie novel and keep my neck steady at the same time. My head was throbbing faintly but I didn’t seem to be losing too much hair. I resisted the temptation to look at my watch.
By noon, the nature of my predicament had begun to settle upon me. It wasn’t my head that hurt nearly so much as my butt. The bare wood stool was as hard as my bruised bottom was soft. I could only feel a numb and distant prickling where I thought my feet were. Six girls surrounded me like the calyx of a flower. I was encased in a mass of itchy suffocating hair down to my waist. The air outside had turned hot and with so many bodies near me, I was sweating profusely. This did not help the itching as stray hairs stuck to my arms and back. I had to