"Slowly. Slowly, Sam!"
"I am going slowly!"
"You are not! You're going too fast!"
"How long am I supposed to be doing this, C.J.? I don't have all day!"
"You are going to hurt somebody at that rate! Slow down, for Pete's sake!" Josh stopped outside C.J.'s office, thinking he could not have heard what he just thought he heard. He turned to Carol.
"What the hell is going on in there?" Carol sighed. She got up from her desk and yanked the door open. Josh shut his eyes in preparation.
"Josh? Are you okay?" Sam asked. Josh opened his eyes hesitantly to see Sam and C.J. standing, fully clothed, over one of those mannequin heads little girls used to pretend they were hairstylists. Sam had what looked like the beginnings of a sloppy braid in one hand and a comb in the other.
"What are you doing?" Josh said slowly.
"C.J.'s teaching me how to braid Cerulean's hair."
"I'm trying, anyway," C.J. added. "How would you like it if I ripped the comb through your hair, Spanky? It hurts even more with curls."
"It can't be that bad-" C.J. grabbed a chunk of Sam's hair and yanked. "Ow! Jesus, C.J.!"
"Slower," the Press Secretary ordered again. "Or your daughter will hide every time you pull out the comb."
"Fine, slower," Sam grumbled. Josh turned back to Carol, who looked more than a little annoyed.
"They've been at this for half an hour. Already three people have walked by and thought the same thing you did," she said. "I'm thinking of just leaving the door open." Josh nodded.
"Good idea."