The first few rounds of hair management bordered on embarrassing as I just about tipped Riona over backwards onto Lacy's bed just brushing out her hair. As for the tools, the one that looked like a broken bugle provided the best help. Long braid chains settled on the little girl's back as other parts were pinned in place above. The end result definitely felt more like princess hair than grandpa wanted but she kept her complaints to a quiet sigh.
"Well done, John. It looks very nice", grandma told me out of the blue, when I was finished.
My initial reaction was a reserved smile with the hint of a nod, before I fully realized what she had said. Then, I snapped my head up and replayed what Mark had said to me for any note or line I had missed or mistaken before asking, "What do you mean?"
"You're John and the other you appears to be Lacy. Would you concur, my dear detective?" Little Riona with that pile of braided hair, gingerly nodded her head and remarked, "At least within this dream or place, that would make the most sense."
Before I could refute the notion, Mark calmly wielded his theory without my father's icy, verbal claws, "I first felt something out of sorts when I woke you in bed after the bathroom cleaning. It was just a nagging notion. Lacy has a certain sound to her. When she came to pick up the cookies and bring down the old box from the attic, it went away, so I figured I was just hearing things...but I know my granddaughter. And I know when little fibs are told. Blame all those years of teaching in my bones. I knew you had something bigger wrong, that was why you wanted to talk to me. And I was further suspicious John looked like he lost a lot of weight between his first grocery trip and his meal. It didn't make sense but I went with it. But the last item was what seemed to have happened to Orson and me, it provided the how for the what."
Chuckling, Orson concluded, "My dear, I do believe you might be giving my own deduction a run for its money." Grandma smirked across my father's young face and thanked her husband. As an addendum, our grandmother admitted, "Now, I find it hard to believe all this is real, but what I can see and hear only fits together this way."
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