Devin
I go into the bathroom. Mom usually makes sure the rooms are well stocked, so I would imagine she put everything someone may need in there. I dig through the drawer and find a hairbrush before going back into the room where Elliot is standing in front of the dresser mirror, frantically trying to put all the loose ends of her hair back into her bun. A look of desperation on her face as she realizes this mission is futile. I bite my cheek to try to keep from finding humor at a time of distress.
“Here, let me help you,” I say as I walk up to her. I undo her bun, her bundled up brown hair cascades down her back down to her waist. I start brushing her hair, focusing hard on the task at hand. I watched Elliot do this so many times, but never had to do it myself, so I try a little ext
