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“My name is Madam C. J. Walker.”
                                                        He sees a tall, pretty lady standing in front of him. She
                                                    looks like someone very important, wearing dressy clothes
                                                    and a hat with feathers and gloves.
                                                        “Those  things  are  missing  because  I  created  hair
                                                    products for Black folks’ hair…”
                                                        Another  woman  steps  out  from  behind  Madam
                                                    Walker,  “and  I  invented  a  new  type  of  hair  brush  with

                                                    bristles, making it easier to brush your thick bushy hair. My
                                                    name is Lyda Newman.”
                                                        “Whoa, y-y-you guys just p-p-pop in out of nowhere
                                                    when I ask a question?”
                                                        “Well, yes,” replies Miss Newman. “When the question
                                                    has  to  do  with  a  Black  person  inventing  whatever  it  is
                                                    you’re asking about. We are all here in response to your

                                                    ‘just imagine’ request.”
                                                        He  notices  Miss  Newman  isn’t  as  dressed  up  as
               Madame Walker, but she still looks nice in her white dress with lots of pink and yellow flowers
               on it. She’s pretty too and has a nice smile.
                   “And your mom may have a bit of a problem getting her hair straight this morning because I
               invented the hot comb,” adds a man with a big grin on his face. He’s wearing a dark suit, with a
               tall  hat  on  his  head.  He  moves  over  to  stand  next  to  Madam  Walker.  “My  name  is  Walter
               Sammons.”
                                                             “Are y y-you kidding m-m-me?” Stop stuttering.

                                                          Stop  stuttering.  It’s  okay.  Jaxon  takes  a  breath.  He
                                                          feels calmer and realizes how crowded the bathroom
                                 Hot Comb
                                                          is. He shuffles back a couple steps.
                                                             “No, we’re not kidding. There are plenty of other
                                                          Black folks who created products for the hair, but we
                        Bristle Brush                     all couldn’t fit into this bathroom,” Madam Walker
                                                          replies laughing.

                   They all laugh at that.
                   Jaxon remembers that in order to see the missing things, he has to say, ‘show me.’ So, while
               they are still laughing, he touches his necklace and says, “Show me.”
                   And then all three of them disappear right before his eyes. Poof! They’re gone. He can’t
               believe this is happening. Magic, again, right here, in his bathroom.
                   Jaxon looks over at the sink and sees that they left a black brush, an old-looking curling iron,
               and a couple of jars of hair stuff.
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