or just what. Glory be, though, there was no one outside anywhere in sight as my brother walked (several feet above the ground, you can be sure!!) to our car. Getting in was a bit of a problem, as I am 6'2" tall, and the gal had teased our hair so that it was three or four inches higher than my head! Slouching down in the car was the answer, but mighty uncom- fortable. I think if I had to do it daily I would either have to buy a Jeep station wagon or a Checker cab with lots of hair room, or marry a chiro- practor!

The next minor condition was not to have a wreck en route to my friends' home. So, my brother drove his precious passengers carefully and sucessfully the five miles or so to the rendez-vous point. Our walkie- talkie plan worked, the coast was indeed clear, and we drove up into the driveway and slid out of the car and walked safely through their opened door.

A huge sigh of relief by myself, my brother who was anxious to get lost, and by my two hostesses! I gulped down a couple of aspirins since the combination of nervous strain and heat and noise of that infernal dryer had given me a headache, and then napped for half an hour while they got their children to bed.

I awoke, shaved, did my makeup, dressed, and we had a super all-girl meal, complete with candles and wine! We then took pictures and pictures and pictures, and finally the Cinderella-hour came and I had to let my brother return. It was sad since we both felt unhappy that Ann couldn't often live so freely and completely as she had this night, but all good things must come to an end, as must this true, autobiographical anecdote.

The next morning my brother pinched himself a few times to see if he had not been dreaming. But it is true, girls. It did happen, and it happened to me!

Then he got clippers and cut off some three ounces of my beautiful hair!!!

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