Chapter 17
Rosemary set down the straightening iron and eyed herself critically in the mirror. It had been a while since she’d done this to her hair, but all the hours of fighting her unruly mane when she was in high school and still cared about such things must have remained in her muscle memory, because her hair actually looked pretty good, lying shiny and sleek over her shoulders. It also felt longer than normal, the straightening process having added a couple of virtual inches to her chestnut-brown locks.
Between that and the smoky eye makeup — courtesy of a quick run to the local Walgreens earlier in the day, because of course when she was at Nordstrom the day before, she’d completely forgotten about getting any cosmetics to supplement the mascara and lip gloss she’d brought along o
