Rory’s yelp fills her dressing room. “Not so tight. Goose, you’re holding the strands like a Neanderthal.” I meet her glare in the vanity mirror. “Last time, you said it was too loose. Now, it’s too tight. Maybe it’s your knotty hair that’s the problem.” She’s impressively quick, swiping her brush off the dresser and reaching back to crack my knuckles with it. I hiss, tugging on her wonky braid.
