Six Hairbrushes And One Comb...
My wife has six hairbrushes and one comb. They all sit in a basket together, like a family of Sparrow, nesting in a tree. Two of these hairbrushes look untouched, perfectly clean, not even a strand of hair between their bristles. Two others are worn to the core, matted with hair, accumulated over a decade perhaps, maybe more. If you were to walk into our bathroom and spot them, you would wonder why she keeps the Dog's brushes mixed in with her own. “That's so unsanitary” (You would think to yourself.) We don’t have a dog. She is saving them. For what? I honestly don't know. Maybe she feels badly for them or maybe she just can't let go. "This was the brush I used on the night of my Junior Prom." Or “My Mom bought this brush for me on the day I first noticed I had boobies.” I can't even imagine the sentimental value. Girl stuff. I can only speculate. She never talks about them and I don’t ask… Maybe she's crazy. One of the hairbrushes looks like it has ...