I haven’t seen K since her wedding seven years ago, but our ritual comes from earlier than that. From the moment I first pull the brush through her hair I am bursting to tell her what I discover. Shorter, neater, darker, and no longer tangled by a few snatched hours of sleep in a damp tent her hair is as deceptive as it used to be. Surface smoothness conceals knots and I must temper vigour with care.
The Silence Experiment:
Silent: Me and Kate M (and Lisa)
Site: Kate’s kitchen, Reading
State: I brush Kate’s hair, Lisa watches
Surprises: talking afterwards, neither of us can remember quite how the ritual began