Marcie looks less than pleased with Charlotte’s arrival, her expression peevish as my green-eyed beauty hoves into view. She could be an attractive woman, but she simply tries too hard. From her caked-on makeup to her brassy blond hair, everything about her is overdone, false.…
…. and just now, her face would curdle milk….
Charlotte’s expression isn’t much better….
…. You’re jealous…?
…. Over me…?
…. Over …?And suddenly, the sun shines and my skies are blue….
I tune back into reality. Marcie has painted on a smile. Charlotte is doing the same, hooking her arm through mine, pulling me to her. I’m happy to oblige.
“Oh, hello Charlotte.” twitters Marcie, with fake Bon Ami. “How nice to meet you again. We were all so concerned when you had to be carried out last time.”
Bon Ami“I was fi
