I bent down and flipped my hair, dragging my fingers through the tangles and hoping to defeat some of the curls. When I straightened, I did the same finger comb through it from the front. That would have to do. I’d come out of the water with no comb or brush and no dry clothes. Maybe a little forethought before jumping into the river would have been a good thing, but forethought has never been my strong point.
I looked for Joseph. He was supposed to be waiting on the log where I’d put him.
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