“I’m sorry.”
“She would have laughed at this whole situation,” Brittany admitted. “She always said I had a big mouth and a small amount of patience.”
I smiled despite myself.
“She sounds like a sensible woman.”
Brittany gave a small laugh, then wiped her cheek.
For a few moments, we sat quietly while the airplane hummed around us.
Then she looked at her hair again.
“Is it ruined?”
I studied the extensions.
The slime had coated several strands, but it had not destroyed the hair itself.
“I think we can remove most of it.”
She looked at me suspiciously.
“Why would you help me after what I did?”
“Because I don’t want to become the sort of person who makes a mistake and then refuses to correct it.”
I held out my hand.
“But I need you to let me work slowly, and you need to stop pulling at it.”
