Get the comb and brush’ was a regular announcement in my home. Sitting between the legs of the most beautiful woman I knew, I gathered the supplies along with a cup of water and Dryer Peach to ease the pain of the tangled knots. I felt special sharing my own private time with her. ‘Girl, you get prettier every day’. ‘Let me fix your crown and glory. Thin and long, just can’t escape slavery.’ She teased and puffed until I got a teased and puffed Afro.