If you read my latest story, you may be wondering what the two hairbrushes look like. Well, here they are.

Yes, there really are two hairbrushes from the same company, (Fuller Brush Company a.k.a. Stanley Home Products) that my real-life husband and I grew up using and now have in our bathroom, side by side.

Together, they look like a bride and groom in appropriate black and white colors. One tall, dark and handsome; the other smaller, fair and feminine. They represent us as a metaphor - a matched set from the moment they were created, destined to be together.

There is a bit of irony in the fact that my husband is very fair-skinned and I’m much darker - but it still highlights the contrasts between us.

I sometimes set my hairbrush down next to his in a position that I fancy us being in at night. Sometimes it’s a spoon thing with one behind the other. Sometimes they end up back to back, and sometimes they are face to face but head to foot.

Of course, sometimes I put one on top of the other and make them nice and comfy or lay mine across the midsection of his so that his hairbrush can have its way with mine. And sometimes I put them in much kinkier positions that hairbrushes simply have no business attempting.

When I’m alone in a hotel on a business trip, I see my lone hairbrush by the sink and am reminded of how much I miss my hubby. I wonder if he sees the same thing at home in the morning.

More often, though, I see mine next to his and am comforted by the symbolism that he protects me. His hairbrush keeps watch over mine and sees to it that only my husband can use it on me.

And every day, I use it on my hair, silently recalling how it was once a tool of terror and hatred - but is now a tool of love and devotion.