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34 EPISODE 4: PART 1- THE DEVIL’S HAIRGROUND
I said okay, okay, and no I hadn’t. She told me I could send someone across the street to buy me rice. Then she hurried off, affectionately calling out “boroni” and shaking her head with laughter.
I looked back at the stool. Flexing my butt cheeks, I suggested we all break for lunch. The food was heaven-sent and cool glasses of water calmed my anxiety. My endurance bolstered, I allowed for a small amount of time computation. I had been there for four hours, I must be at least half way through. As I returned resignedly to my stool, I caught sight of my head in the mirror. The reflection elicited a chuckle that might have been a guffaw if I hadn’t been there all morning. My real hair was a snarly clump at the top of my head with various clips sticking out of it. The plaited portions at the back were encouraging but I was disturbed by how little ground had been covered; they hadn’t even reached my ears. Nevertheless, I resumed my seat with a sigh and picked up my book.
Five minutes later, the book was finished. Curse my lack of foresight! I had brought another book but