How much longer?
The pain in his head was too much. He'd woken up with a headache ---- one of his clients the night before had convinced him to have a drink of sake with him. And another after another came until Len was drunker than a skunk. His composure held, luckily, until he returned to the compound of the ochaya ---- where he became a giggling mess, which then turned into a crying blob of drunken stupidity. A light sigh came from painted lips as comb after comb scraped through his hair, raising each strand farther and farther from his scalp without removing them by accident. Finally, a twist, clip, and in his hairpiece was, tassel hanging down beneath the large, moon shaped headpiece. That was much better. He had requested to be make up finished and dressed before his hair, as it always took the longest, so today was ready to begin.
