The bath was more for relaxation, I realized, because it took like three showers to get all the blood out of my hair.
My poor hair. I'd really been neglecting it. This was not the way my Nana taught me to take care of it.
She's probably sighing from heaven.
Heaven... was that the place I visited before?
I'd have to ask Harlan about that as well. That voice that female and sweet voice... I wondered what that was as I got dressed with the clothes Harlan left for me.
Even if they did smell like detergent, they also smelled like him. Like rain, is how I'd always described it.
He did, inherently, smell like rain.
I put on his clothes, trying to ignore that I had no bra on, and tried to sort out the mess my hair was in. It looked like a lion's mane.
Sometimes I wished I had gotten my mother's hair. It was pin straight and so easy to handle.
I headed downstairs and saw Harlan.
