CHAPTER 26Cuddy watched his wife with indifference and weariness. She sat at her dressing table and with a practiced motion, pinned and weaved blond extensions in with her own hair with a practiced motion. She wore the extensions no matter where she was going because she thought the extra volume made her look like all the women she admired on TV, always camera ready. He knew her beauty regimen would also dictate that a layer of foundation be applied, then powder, blush, eyebrow pencil, and whatever other makeup she wore every day. CeCe believed that, without these embellishments, she looked like the skinny, w*********h girl she used to be. It was the same routine every day. She never left the house without her mask.
The prettiness of the little woman-child he had met more than twenty year
