"It didn't," Henrietta insisted sharply. She'd been patient with her friend so far, but she couldn't just sit here like a simpleton while Helga made such odious analogies as that. "I didn't do anything. Now, if you'd be kind enough to drop it," she concluded, before turning her chair forcibly back towards the vanity. She could brush her own hair, if Helga was going to be difficult about things.