Tangled Thinking

"Ouch!" grumbled Marissa one morning as she yanked the brush through her thick hair.

"You could cut your hair, you know, or wear braids at night," said her older sister, Eleanor, who was propped up in bed with her Bible.

"Well, right now I just want to get it untangled!" Marissa gritted her teeth as she pulled on the brush.

"Let me help." Eleanor took the brush and started working on the snarls. "You should have strong arms after doing this so much," she said as she attacked another section of hair. "Am I pulling too much?"

"No more than I do."

After a few minutes, Eleanor put the brush on the dresser. "That should do it! Now I'd better finish untangling my head before I have to get ready for school." She picked up her Bible again.

"What do you mean, untangle your head?" Marissa asked as she stuffed books into her book bag. "Your hair doesn't get in knots like mine does."

"My hair doesn't get in knots, but my mind does," said Eleanor. "Sometimes I get really worried about things