There she was, looking like a little wet dog, with her hair shampooed and the
handkerchief -
size towel behind her neck, and she wouldn't speak to me directly, she said everything to her bodyguard, who relayed it to me: all
of a sudden, instead
of touching up her roots, I was supposed to dry her hair, set the dryer on low and give it to him, actually, and let him dry it, and I was supposed to highlight her wig, instead.