They each led different teams of friends around to hang up posters in town, and even though they still had to share their bedroom, Brooke brushed her own hair and did her own braid at night. It wasn’t as good as the ones Aly did for her, but at least it kept her hair out of her face when she slept. Before the girls knew it, it was Sunday morning. Mom marched into their bedroom, pulled up the shades, and announced, “Happy Polish-a-Thon Day! Rise and shine!” Aly rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. “Happy Polish-a-Thon Day,” she grumbled. “I just got an e-mail saying that the Auden Herald is sending a reporter to the salon today, and the local TV channel might even have cameras there. This is going to be great for business. Thanks for coming up with this idea, girls.” “TV!” Brooke said, jumping out of bed, her hair flying behind her. “We’re going to be on TV?” “Maybe,” Mom said. “It’s not definite.” But Brooke didn’t seem to be listening anymore. “I’m going to wear a dress!
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