Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
It’s not too much longer before she’s out in the kitchen with me, resting her hands on my shoulder and looking to see what I’m making.
“You really didn’t have to make anything. Little old me could have done with a bowl of cereal.”
“Oh, I just felt bad for falling asleep on you and making you sleep on the couch. I wanted to say thank you, and I felt like food might be the best way to convey my feelings.”
“You’re such a doll!”
I finish up, and the two of us sit back down on the couch, gabbing and catching up on each other’s lives. It’s the gal time I’ve been craving and needing without even realizing it. Mamie has this magnificent quality of being able to truly reset me.
Once Mamie has cleared off her plate, she leans back and pats her belly.
“Off, you really know how to treat a girl,” she smiles. I take our dishes to the sink before rejoining her on the couch to digest the meal. “I don’t know if there’s anything you really want to do, but I was thinking we’d just loaf around, doing essentially nothing, until it’s time for us to get ready for our dates.”
“You read my mind, girl! Let’s do exactly that.”
And we do. Mamie and I spend the next few hours watching TV, finishing the rest of the cookies, and eating whatever snacks she has in her house – just general laziness vibes. The day passes by a lot quicker than I expected, and it’s just about time for me to start getting ready.
“Oh my gosh, you have to let me do your makeup!” Mamie has been begging to do my face for so long now. I’ve never seen any reason to because she always asks when we’re just hanging out with nowhere to go. But tonight, things are a little different. And Mamie is actually pretty good with a beauty blender. I know whatever she does to my face will impress Brick.
“Yeah, okay. I’ll let you do my makeup.” Mamie’s eyes go wide like she can’t believe what I just said.
“Are you serious?” Her hands cover her mouth in surprise. She looks beyond excited, and I’m a little worried that I may have just opened a can of worms.
“Yeah, go ahead. Make me beautiful.”
“Oh, honey, you are already gorgeous, but that doesn’t mean I’m not about to have me some fun.”
She gets up and rushes to her room. Now I’m starting to wonder what in the world she has in store for my face.
“Just don’t do anything too crazy!” I call out from the living room.
“I promise!” she yells from her bedroom. “I’m drawing my inspiration from…clowns. Circus clowns. Is that a good motif for you?” She’s clearly joking, which is why I don’t dignify what she’s saying with a response.
Not too much later, Mamie comes out of her room with a basket full of products. She hustles me over to a chair, making me plop down.
“I’m going to do an amazing job. This is going to be great, just you wait and see.” And with that, she starts working on my face. I don’t say much of anything, letting my friend do her thing.
Her hands work without any hesitation, blending and smoothing out all of the product she’s putting onto my face. It takes time but goes by a lot faster than I’d expected. Before I know it, Mamie is holding a small mirror in front of my face, showing me her handiwork.
“Holy crap, Mamie,” I exclaim while taking the mirror from her grasp. I turn my head to get a better look at the artwork she has put on my face. “You’ve made me look so good!”
“Well, when you have such a great base to work with…” Mamie says, letting the hanging silence finish the compliment. I give my friend the biggest hug, thrilled that she was able to make me look so good. We break apart, and she gives me a loving look. “Well, I’ve got to go and get myself ready, but you can have this entire room to yourself, and the bathroom out here. I’ll use the half-bath in my room.”
I thank Mamie, and she leaves me to it. I start with my hair. There are a few different styles I can do with it. It’s always been hard for me to decide on a hairstyle, especially if I’m trying to look nice. Most of the time, I just put it in a ponytail and go about my day, but that’s not going to fly tonight. I can’t disrespect Mamie’s amazing makeover with a simple pony.
“What to do, what to do?” My fingers tap against my cheek. There isn’t much time to fool around, so I have to land on something. Anything.
I hold my curls above my head, doing a kind of makeshift look, so I can see what it might look like with an updo.