“Should I buy new pillowcases?” I ask. “Did I buy bad ones?” I get the sense that I’m missing something when she holds her pillow in front of her mouth to hide her smile. “No, I’m sure they’re very nice pillowcases. But they’ll dry out my hair.” Dry out her hair? A slow-dawning horror washes over me. “Do they dry out my hair?” I try to surreptitiously catch my reflection in the decorative mirror behind her, wondering if my hair has been slowly drying out over the last year and everyone has been secretly judging me for it.
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