Unspoken Truth
I, for one, am too rough with my hands to get the fake nails, but I love to get them painted along with my feet.
Once we are done with the pampering, we go to this bookstore I saw on the way to the salon, because everyone knows I am a sucker for bookstores. I find a couple of books I don’t already have. A few Jane Austen’s, and Nora Roberts, and my all-time favorite, Margaret Mitchell.
My sister and mom drag me into a clothing store to buy dresses for tonight after we leave the bookstore. “Mom, I have dresses already,” I tell her.
“Just entertain me, please.”
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