(Rose)
The group of women fussing over me ushers me over to the empty chair. I sit down and they start with my hair, they blow dry it and place in some large rollers. They get all my hair pinned up and then start on my make-up. They keep everything natural tones, and I am thankful. I don’t use a lot of make-up.
Once my make up is done, one of them paints my nails. They use a pretty opal color; it reminds me of the color of Lilly’s fur. I can here her purring in agreement with me. “Yes it is a pretty color.” She says in my head and I roll my eyes at her. The lady finishes with my nails and tells me to sit still and not to touch anything and to let the polish dry.
“Your wolf talking to you?” My mother asks me. I look to her and smile, “How did you know?” I ask her. “Well most people do
