A Meeting A Foster Base (//Doc and PLR ONLY)

[Doc Holliday]

Doc seized the opportunity to run a brush through her hair. Girls liked those kinds of things and it was the least a doctor could do, assist a young lady with a hair problem. He began brushing from the bottom underneath as he gently started working on the snarls. "Goodness," he said softly as he inadvertently pulled her head back a bit when the brush got caught. Using his free hand, he held a lock of hair and brushed it out so that it wouldn't hurt...at least, not as much. Still, it was tough. Excusing himself, he ran inside and returned with a spray bottle and some hair grease. But, before he continued, he turned over the food on the grill and stoked the fire a bit. He then returned behind Ashlea and continued.

He took the water bottle and sprayed the back of her hair and began to work it slowly. This helped some as her locks started to smooth out. For a moment, Doc felt like he was brushing his daughter's hair as he had so many times before but he maintained his focus, not wanting to think about how much he missed his children.
Before too long and another flip of dinner on the grill, her hair was smoothed out except for some right at the bottom.
"I'm sorry for this," he said as he took a little hair grease in his hand, worked it in to the problem area and smoothed it out. He put the brush down and smiled at her as he came around to her side, "the grease will wash out fairly easy but it will help keep that from happening again." He patted her shoulder and got to his feet to tend to dinner. As he checked a cut of meat, he said, "Just a few more minutes."

He then finished his wine and looked to her, "Need a refill?"

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