Sometimes Jane Sampson couldn't help being playful, lifting her head and splashing Granny Sampson all over with water. She might also have caught a glimpse of him as he passed by her home doorway, and she remembered, as a little girl, she had once smiled at him drenched like that.
The girl knew nothing of the world back then, her happiness was pure and simple.
Not like later, when her mind was filled with troubles.
Jane's hair was soft, but she had a lot of it. James Black was afraid of handling it too roughly, so he washed it somewhat slowly.
By the time he finished pouring the water, had placed the chair and returned to the room, he saw Jane crouching in front of the drawer, diligently sorting out the hairdryer's somewhat long cord. He stepped forward and took the hairdryer from her hand.
"Sit down," James Black pointed to a chair by her side.
