Exorcism

“Babe, isn’t hair day next month?” Carrie asked as they facetimed. Talia stared at the phone screen where she had it propped up against a cup on the dining table as she opened a bottle of wine.

“I needed to get the sweat washed out,” she answered absent mindedly as she screwed the wine opener into the cork.

“Why? You don’t exactly exercise, lucky bitch,” she hissed. Talia snorted a laugh as she pulled on the wine opener. “Or did you suddenly decide to get a gym membership?”

Talia froze, elbow up in the air, realizing then what she had let slip. For some reason, her friend could sniff out the tea in the slightest comment then the Spanish inquisition would begin. She leaned out of the camera focus for a moment and internally screamed as she mouthed ‘Oh my god, what’s wrong with you?’ She couldn’t just say ‘Yes, I did’ because they both knew Talia had an aversion to the