The Vision She Hid
Susie wore lipstick of the color of fresh bruises, hair in up do knot, sleek and smooth as a death certificate, pulled up so tight it looked like it had to hurt her brain.
Her eyes were shiny blackberries, her cheeks were as soft as a marshmallow and about the same color. She walked in, leaned on mahogany partner’s desk on the opposite side of the office, and lit a cigarette in a long plastic holder. She said: “I need to see Jennings.”
I watched her shake ash from the cigarette to the jade ashtray on top of the desk. Susie Webb was the subject worth watching.
“Where’s Jennings?” she demanded, her voice sweet and thick, honey poured over a razor blade. She wasn’t asking anyone in particular.
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