-Lenora stared at her reflection in the vanity mirror, and nothing but vacancy stared back. She would not see her true love Marco tonight, as she was forced to attend another wretched party to celebrate her impending doom. Her ladies maid, Agatha, tightened her corset. She barely found the breath to tell her it was strangling her lungs. Her life. “Your mother gave me strict instructions on how to dress you for tonight. She’ll be here soon to do your hair.” Lenora turned, startled. “Why? You always do my hair! You are the only one who understands what I like, or even who I am….” Lenora’s voice trailed off; saddened by the prospect of a hundred thousand more nights like this, saddled to a man so her father’s financial troubles can disappear. Merging plantations with one ‘I Do’ was the answer to all she didn’t even like, let alone love. Chained to a life bereft of passion and splendor, all her family’s woes, but at what cost? She merely existed when not in Marco’s arms, breathing only toward their next rendezvous. He was only a stable boy, but Lenora would love him if he drove the town’s garbage wagon. What has money ever brought her but heartache and despair? And what of Bradley? It occurred to Lenora that she didn’t even know if he fancied her. They had lived on their families adjoining land since they were both born. Kissing him would be like kissing her ladies maid. Agatha was not bad looking, but she was about a hundred years old. Lenora turned to tease Agatha, but found herself face to face with her mother instead. “Lenora dear, please try to sit up straight. And stop frowning, it will cause wrinkles.” Lenora rolled her eyes. “Mother, I am not a child.” “You aren’t a spinster either, and I would like to keep it that way. I don’t want my obituary to say I was survived by my spinster daughter.” Lenora secretly smiled. If only her mother knew all the things she wasn’t. Marco’s touch always lingered on her skin, their secret promise of a life that could be. “Lenora!” Her mother’s exasperated voice broke her reverie. “Stop slouching so I can put this on your hair.” Lenora looked over at a bowl and comb. The liquid in the bowl was brownish and a bit grainy. “What on earth is that? It looks like muddy rainwater.” Her mother dipped the comb in the mixture and started to comb Lenora’s hair with it. “Esmeralda’s mother told me this is what Esmeralda uses to keep her hair shiny and straight. You saw how Bradley couldn’t take his eyes off her at church on Sunday. He was enchanted by her hair. Now you can have that same straight hair and he won’t be able to take his eyes off of you.” Lenora snickered. “She can have him. And he wasn’t mesmerized by her hair, mother. He didn’t look her in the eye the entire conversation. He was looking at her ample and heaving chest. ” Mother was not amused. “Now you listen to me young lady. You need to keep Bradley from wandering by looking as enticing as possible. Now will you please sit up straight? This needs to dry in the direction it is combed.”-
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Fiction- To straighten hair without heat, just mix a cup of water with 2 tablespoons of BROWN sugar, pour it into a spray bottle, then spray into damp hair and let air dry.
Fact- This does not straighten hair. It will make your hair more attractive to bees, hornets and mosquitoes, but not to potential suitors.