It was the first time in my life I felt like I should've colored in my eyebrows and worn Spanx. "Jennifer Layne?" A woman at the front of the waiting room stared down at her clipboard. How her thin frames stayed on her nose was beyond me. I stood up and lifted a palm towards her as two dozen eyes watched me like the hungry cast of a perfume commercial. The woman led me down a narrow hallway which was lined with black and white headshots of glamourous people with bedroom eyes. Then she opened a door at the end of the hall and nodded for me to enter. A man with a sizeable pot belly concealed under his blue button down sat behind the cherry wood desk along the far wall. I heard the door close behind me. "Jennifer-" He looked from me to a paper on his desk. "Layne, is it?" I nodded. "I was expecting you to be more butch." I raised my eyebrows. "Excuse me?" "My nephew was under the impression that you were bald. And gay." My lips fell apart. "Not that there's anything wrong with either of those things, but I wasn't expecting a full head of hair." I tilted an ear towards him.
