"I look ridiculous." I say angrily at Ithaca and comb through my childishly done hair. "What is this even for. I look like a damn school girl." I continue. " I know I'm sorry, but your father told me to put you in it." She explains and takes the comb from my hand. She continues as she combs through my hair, somehow better than I was doing it, "You two are going out again to meet another woman or something." I groan and lay my head on the makeup table.