The Worrier

Showers. Showers are nice.

You’re kinda freaking out about soap right now, you know that? I mean, I don’t… But I’m sure I have. My hair’s probably gonna be okay, though, so it’s fine.

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That's disgusting. [Now she really did need a wash. Her face, her hair, her hands, everything. Something was off balance than, making her very uncomfortable. She wrung her hands trying to ween it to stop.] Showers would be nicer if- Uncle once found a hair rat, really big, in the drain of a sink.

My religion? I dunno. Guess I don’t have one. [She’d been raised a Christian, though — a good, little girl that went to church every Sunday and was kind to everyone.]

What happens when you die than?

Hello, there.

[He tolerates her efforts with good grace, trying not to fidget. After a moment, however, he brushes his hair to the side so his forehead is clear.] Better?

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Better.

Showers. Showers are nice.

Yeah… shampoo. Yes.

Please- tell me that you don't put soap in your hair. [Just the thought of it made her want to clean herself. If not that- than at least her hands. Not just once. Start than stop, start than stop. Repeat and repeat. They'd be washed until they became shriveled and pruney- make sure they didn't have anything disgusting on them.]

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Look, I’m sorry — I wasn’t trying to fuck up your belief system or whatever. I just wanted to know.

Sorry — I wasn’t trying to. [She repeated the phrase, trying to mumble it to herself. The girl genuinely seemed like she meant her words. It didn't matter to Audrey though- those were her customs and she was sticking to it. Of course it would be confusing- but why mess with it? She was already in enough trouble with life, Audrey didn't need any more bad luck or evil eyes.] What's yours?

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Kind of defeats the purpose of the fight, though, doesn’t it?

I- um. I don't know.

Showers. Showers are nice.

To wash it… It’s soap for your hair.

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It's not soap. It's called shampoo and conditioner. Different things. As I said you don't put soap in your hair.

“If you get into a fight with someone, you have to shake their hand…” What is that — like, Karma shit?

Well- yes I guess... Or else you'll get into a fight, like something really bad will happen.

Showers. Showers are nice.

Those things… y’know, with water, and soap for your body and then soap for your hair.

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You don't put soap in your hair.

Showers. Showers are nice.

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Hello, there.

Sure. [She looks fidgety and uncomfortable, and he thinks whatever she needs to ‘fix’ is the cause of it. If it will make a patient feel better…]

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[Relief washed over her when he agreed. She went to move the clump of messy hair on his forehead. It was always something that bothered her. More than other things did. Hair was so easy to fix, but than it was always messed up at the end of the day. How hard was it to look in a mirror for three seconds? Mushroom top- that's what it looked like. Her hands parted it in the middle showing his fore head that was hidden behind it. She pushed it over, trying to keep it there.]

So… you’ve never been drunk?

Religions that limit what you want to do suck. But you could probably teach me a thing or two about it. The Indian one, not the Christian one. Unless you were only Christian, in which case, I know all about that and don’t care. Fuck Christianity — sorry if that’s your thing, though.

Nope. We have a lot of superstitions- like anything bad is either good luck or someone if giving us the evil eye. That's been like my whole life. [She laughs sadly at the excuse for a joke.] Never ever cut your nails after the sun sets, dont step over people as you just have cursed them, never call people back or let people come back inside when they are leaving as they are now cursed for the day, if you choke on food someone is thinking about you and if you get into a fight with someone you always have to shake their hand. That's some of them.

I’m not sure I’d call them happy memories, but it’s easier to say than sad memories, right? So, sure. The food wasn’t all bad, though. Especially when you were drunk. [She had to wonder if this girl had ever been drunk, because while she seemed old enough, she seemed like a goody-two-shoes, invested too much in her OCD for anything else.]

My parents don't allow me to drink. Indian culture ya know. We're not fully but I know how to speak punjabi. But like they still carried over the values and traditions. But my mom was a christian. Crosses- Jesus, Praise the lord kind of shit. Aunty didn't agree but said nothing. Uncle went to England once I think- actually more than once.

Hello, there.

Can you…? Can you what? [She was looking at his hair, or something above him. Was there a leaf on his head or something? It had been kind of windy outside.]

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Fix it. Can I fix it? [She kept her hands near her waiting for his response. Even if he didn't say yes she'd still try too do it.]

Hello, there.

Ah, I would, but they’d think me a mite rude, I think. I think it’s a brilliant method, though; it’d certainly be easier for me.

I gave you a thumbs-up to say, ‘Is that okay?’ or, ‘We’re all good’, or something like that.

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[She could see his lips moving to the words and hear the sounds coming out, but she didn't listen to them. Well she did, but not fully. She was too distracted by his hair. Two little tentacles that curled around the edges to claw inside where a few lone strands were gathering. She couldn't pay attention with that in the way.] Hmm. [She nodded nonchalantly trying not to look at it any more. But she couldn't. It was there. She knew it. Everything was so uncomfortable now. She had to fix it.] Um- You- Ah- Just- Can I...?

Hello, there.

I’m really pleased to be here and meet you all. Give me a little time for names, though. I’m not the best with them.

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If you're bad with names you cold always go by their hair color. Like "Hey brunette or blonde" but than there's more than one person with it... So include the highlights in it. So like if that's not right than the length or style. One time I got a really bad hair cut. It was like half bowl half rat an- [She stopped not even realizing she was talking to fast or was getting ahead of her herself. Well now behind herself considering the sentence was left unfinished. There was more to the sentence, more of the memory, but there was something that had to be address first. It bothered her a small amount, but large enough to be noticed. Usually someone would wave or smile or nod not thumb up. Why would he chose that?] Why would you put up your thumb?

[She flashes a smile at the girl, silently and sarcastically thanking her for reliving old college memories. It’s not her fault, though — how could she have known?] Not that great. Just a bunch of frat guys and sorority girls.