“Thank you very much indeed for your assistance, Claire,” I said, leaning forward to read her name badge. “It’s been invaluable.”
“You’re welcome, Eleanor,” she said. “One last thing: the store closes in ten minutes,
but if you’re quick, you can nip down and get a wee makeover before you head out—Beauty’s on the ground floor beside the exit.
Go to Bobbi Brown, tell them Claire sent you.
With that she was off, the till already spewing out its reckoning of the day’s takings,
bolstered in part by my own not inconsiderable contribution.
I asked to speak to Bobbi, and the woman at the makeup counter giggled. “We’ve got a right one here,” she said, to no one in particular.
There were so many mirrors, I wondered if that might encourage a person to talk to themselves.
“Sit yourself up there, my love,” she said, pointing to a ridiculously high stool.
I managed to clamber aboard, but it was not a dignified procedure, and I was somewhat hindered by my new boots.
I sat on my hands, to hide them—the red, broken skin seemed to burn under the harsh overhead lighting,
which showed up every flaw, every damaged inch. She pushed my hair out of my face.
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