“Yeee-OUCH!” My Tusken Raider voice ululates, and my hands flit to my neck to wrest any ponytail I have left from Abby’s grasp. “What are you doing back there?” With a huff, she releases her hold on the brush she’s wrapped my curls around. “Trying to tame this rat’s nest.” “Well, brute force isn’t the answer,” I assure her, carefully unwinding single strands from the cylindrical bristles. “Hand me that detangling spray.” She steps aside and shuffles the bottles of product crowding the top shelf of the rolling cart stuffed between our desks. The ...
