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When I get back to the room, Baggy is the only one there. I take full advantage of this special opportunity for one-on-one time with her. She is wearing a short, silky robe and, surprisingly, is most of the way ready. I decide she has the right idea and don my robe until it’s time to put on my dress.
I pull a chair over to the full-length mirror in the hall, so I can chat with Baggy while I borrow and apply some of Ruthie’s makeup. Baggy brings a hairbrush and walks over to stand behind me. She is so tiny that with me sitting in the chair and her standing, we are roughly the same height.
I am so pleased when she starts easing the brush slowly through my tresses. Wonderful memories wash over me as she gently tends to my hair with long, smooth strokes. She used to brush my hair for hou
