also paralyzed by my reluctance to take off the whitening strip until my thirty minutes were up. My words came out more like a breathy âwhoiszit?â
I peered through the peek hole but all I could see was a sweatshirt-clad shoulder with a bit of the Timberwolves logo on it. It had to be Ben, the all-time, number-one Timberwolves fan. I reached to open the door. Ben wouldnât notice if I dressed myself in garbage bags secured with duct tape.
âHullocominimmmâ¦.â My mumbled greeting ended sharply. âJrd?â
âSammi? Is that you?â
Jared Hamilton peered into the two peek holes in my facial mask that Iâd left for my eyes. His nose wrinkled as he got a whiff of the facialâs âearthy scent.â
I whipped off the whitening strips and opened my mouth wide, cracking the concretelike facial into bits. âWhat are you doing here?â
He bent over to pick up a few of the shards of green facial mask that fell to the floor. âYour face is breaking. Do you want me to pick it up?â
I spun to run to the bathroom to chisel off the rest of the mask but forgot that my toes were swathed in foam rubber. The rubber stuck to the hardwood floor, pitching me over the back of a white canvas-covered chair and face first into the seat cushion. I teetered, feet in the air, for a moment before righting myself. As I did so, I saw the imprint of a minty green face on the seat of the chairâmy own sort of death mask imposed right onto the cushion of the newest piece of furniture in the house. The term death mask is appropriate. I was dying from a case of terminal embarrassment. Mortified by my lack of dignity and even my lack of balance, I staggered to my feet in a vain effort to recover my poise.
That, of course, didnât happen. My curlers abandoned ship, sprang loose and pulled from my hair. I could feel them dangling around my shoulders like decorations on a Christmas tree. Then, one by one, they tumbled out of my hair and onto the floor.
The horrified expression on Jaredâs face said it all. All there was to say, at least, until he started laughing. And laughing. And laughing.
I scuttled, crablike, toward the bathroom and didnât come out until Iâd found my normal skin color, my hair and my pearly white teeth. Then I returned to the living room where Jared was on his hands and knees with a bucket, a rag and cleanser carefully removing my visage from the seat cushion.
He looked up, half worried and half laughing. âAre you all right?â
âYes. Thank you for asking,â I answered with as much dignity as I could muster.
âThis is going to come out, but it will take a little work. I didnât want to spread the stain, but if you just blot it like thisâ¦â
âThank you. I can do it. Cleaning is one of my specialties, you know.â
How am I ever going to live this down?
He unfolded himself and stood up, eyeing me cautiously, as if he didnât know what to expect to happen next. He had the right to be nervous. I certainly was.
âI see I caught you at a bad timeâduring your beauty ritual.â He said âbeauty ritualâ as though referring to the horrific and mysterious procedure the Egyptians used to embalm mummies.
âMy friend Wendy gave me some new products to try andâ¦â
âYou donât have to explain. I grew up with Molly, remember? Iâd challenge any woman to come up with something my sister hasnât already sprung on me, Sammi. No need to be embarrassed.â
Heâd managed to say exactly the right thing to make me feel better. I looked up at him with a thankful smile and saw his expression had turned into one of complete, unadulterated horror.
Jared stared over my shoulder toward my bedroom door. He lifted one hand and pointed to the opening.
âWhat on earth is that ?â
I turned to see Zelda yawning and stretching in the doorway, her skinned and skinny body
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