Andrews 3 The Kit-Kat Club In my mind. Saturday morning began with a drumroll. The moment the light slipped in around my window curtains to caress my face and nudge my eyelids open, it started. I had dreamt I was in the circus and Mama was the ringmaster, snapping her whip at the lions and tigers and drawing the audience's attention to the small circle in the center where I stood spotlighted in my new outfit, all dressed up and ready for "The Greatest Date on Earth." As if she had been aware of my dreams. Mama swept into my room almost immediately after I had woken and had started to rise. "I don't want you doing all that much today, Ice. You need to rest and do a beauty treatment," "What's that?" "You'll see." she promised. After breakfast. Mama set out her creams and lotions. I never realized all that she had and did to herself before she ventured out in public. She had products to reduce tension, soften the skin, relax the eyes. She had creams for her hands, her feet. Later in the day she had me lie on the bed with slices of cucumber over my eyes.
