Four
Tuesday woke with a yawn and released a groan when she remembered the note she’d left for Beck. No. No. No. Why did she do that? Oh yes, because her friend had wanted her to be more confident. Maybe he hadn’t gotten it. Maybe it had fallen from the window. Maybe he didn’t read it. Maybe he did read it…
Tossing back the blankets, Tuesday opened her closet and stared at her mime outfit hanging in the back. Did she really want to do this? Yes. Even if Beck didn’t show up, she wanted to do it for herself, for Francis. It would be her first time miming at all since her best friend’s death, and she couldn’t help but be nervous about it.
She took the clothes from the hanger and slid on her shirt, her skirt, her suspenders, her pantyhose, and her hat. Taking a seat at her vanity, Tuesday p
