Mom asked suspiciously. She found us practically tripping over each other to get out the door. Jilly and I looked at each other. “Uhhhh…Vivian’s having a hair crisis. She’s highlighting her hair and she can’t reach the back. Mom, we gotta go. You know it’s all about the timing,” Jilly explained. ...
The face staring back at me looks like it’s a hundred years old. I put on some frosty white eyeshadow to brighten up the dark smudges around my eyes then add a couple of coats of mascara. I stand back, survey my work. “Better,” I whisper. “But not much.” All night I kept d...