My Very Best Friend by Cathy Lamb

Author:Cathy Lamb [Lamb, Cathy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp.
Published: 2015-06-04T22:00:00+00:00

“Louisa,” Louisa announced, hands on her hips, black hair thrown back, an hour later. “She work miracle. I work the miracle on you. Not a mouse no more. Now you are va-va-voomimg.” She fluffed my hair. She took off my glasses and held them with two fingers, as if holding a wiggly mouse.

“Not these. No more. Tape? You tape glasses? You see.” She pointed down the street. “Go to doctor of eyes. He fix you.” She dropped my glasses in the same trash can as my hair and my “clippy thing.”

“Good-bye tape glasses. Not pretty, Charlotte. No.” She waved a finger in my face. “Now you sexy. Go get sexy eyes.”

I agreed to go get sexy eyes. As I’d heard one of the lenses break when it hit the bottom of the trash can, I had no choice.

“I do makeup on you, Charlotte. You see. Those green eyes. Bright. Love the eye! But I make brighter.” She took some sort of pencil out of a container. “And see? No, no, you no back away. No scared! This mascara. You hold still.” I was too afraid to move as she kept waving that black stick near my eyes. “See cheekbones, here. I like yours.” She put powdered blush on them. “And you mouth. See? Fat lips. I like the fat lip on you. Lipstick. So easy. Four makeups, Charlotte. Liner. Mascara. Lipstick. Blush for the cheekies. Mucho better. You take these with you, as gift. I turn you now. You ready, Charlotte? Now you are a Charlotte. Not a mouse. Here we go, señorita! I spin you now to mirror!”

Whew.

Couldn’t breathe.

Couldn’t move.

“See?” Louisa laughed in triumph. “I turn you beautiful. I so good. I so good at this. I the best. Now you the best.” She put her cheek to mine. “And I like you, too, Charlotte.”

Couldn’t speak.

“You no speak, right? I know. I talent.”

I shook my head, mesmerized. Was that me?

“New life for you, Charlotte. New and happy love life. Better in the bed now. You feel va-va-vooming, in the bed, va-va-vooming.”

Although things were somewhat blurry without my glasses, I hardly recognized myself. My long brown hair, relegated to a bun, was often tangly and fried on the ends and hard to brush through. Periodically I would take it upon myself to cut it. Now it dropped in soft brown waves to right below my shoulder blades. It was thicker and shiny. Louisa cut bangs, straight across, which made my overly long forehead appear . . . normal. The waves cupped my face so my face didn’t resemble a skeleton.

My eyes were brighter and seemed much wider, not so googly. I had cheekbones. I leaned forward. Fat lips. She was right. That lipstick did it.

“Yes, see? You have the fat lips. Not from fist. I have that before. No like. But these fat lips are your fat lips. For kissing and for . . .” She nodded down. “For the lower on the man, if you want. He like. That what I think.

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