She stood behind her mother’s chair and brushed her hair gently for about five minutes, drawing the brush smoothly from forehead to nape, over and over, in the way her mother liked. It was the only sustained physical contact she seemed to enjoy. Her usual mode of a kiss good-bye, for instance, was the kiss-and-push-you-on-your-way. She wasn’t a snuggler. No surprise, really, that this acceptable affection came via a prickly implement.
-Fiona Wood
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