A Queen Among Tempests
No, why would we do that?
Now even more frustrated than I was before, I finish washing up and turn off the shower, wringing the water out of my hair. I step out, wrap my towel around me, collect my clothes and make my way back to my room. I don’t hear Ayawamat or the sounds of guests, so I assume he’s still out on patrol, which means I’ve got the house to myself for a little while longer. I dry off, get dressed and tend to my hair by towel drying it and adding in my favourite hair serum. It’s a lovely little concoction made with aloe vera, sweet grass and yucca – among other things I’m sure I’ll never know – made by a family of Wampanoag women who have passed the remedy on for generations. I
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