CHAPTER 29Emma
“Ouch,” Emma said. “Geez, Aunt Margie, I can do it myself.”
Aunt Margie tugged the elastic band roughly from Emma’s ponytail, so that her blonde hair cascaded around her shoulders.
“There,” she said, running the brush through it. “That’s better. Your hair is so pretty, Emma. You should wear it down more often.”
“But it’s so hot, Aunt Margie. And I don’t see what difference it makes. It’s not like the judge is going to care about my hair.”
Margie shook her head. “Maybe not, but there’s nothing wrong with trying to make a good impression.”
Emma reached for the brush. “At least let me do it,” she said. “I’m about to turn thirteen, Aunt Margie. I think I can do my own hair.”
But Aunt Margie moved the brush out of Emma’s reach. “Just let me,” she said, positioning Emma’s h
