Then he covered his face again as the tearsflowed more strongly.Barb was very pleased with her self. The tears did hit a sensitivenote, but not too s...nsitive. "Go ahead and let the tears flow. Learnnow that crying is not a feminine weakness but a useful emotionalexpression that will assist you to recover. Do not hold them back. AndI like the way you covered yourself so modestly. You are a well trainedyoung lady."She paused briefly and then redirected the conversation. "As for how Icould. Well I could have reached if I needed to but this was easier. I figured I should wash her hair properly because she had spatters of paint all through it that she might not get out on her own. Washing someone else’s hair was new. I’d never done that before. It was kind of fun but I was also thinking how much work it was. No wonder the nurses wanted me to care for Bec when they were busy with other stuff.So anyway, I finished washing Bec’s hair and rinsed it out and then I put shampoo in my own. It would let people see some work actually happening, though without the power machinery they had at home and employed for much of the process. It would be better than being out in the hot sun.The customers coming by were about as interesting as the rest of the show, anyway. Some of the costumes they wore were downright outlandish, as out of place in the renaissance as a man from Mars would be, but she knew a lot of the fun of the thing was the sheer dress-up thrill, and sometimes the fun was. They had to be colored shoes otherwise there’d by no hint to Douglas that she wasn’t in mourning. As the fragrances of the burning candles became apparent Irma slipped into romantic mode. She knew she’d be all over Douglas’s body… god he was like a guy in his thirties. His bald patch at the back was only just apparent but the rich brown hair still abundantly covered his temples. He’d probably be fit, with that great looking body and probably could go for hours. Circling a breast lightly Irma.