I was looking into the crazed eyes of a monster. I didn’t even know how it gotten to this point! Chill bumps bolted wildly down my spine and sweat beaded on my upper lip. Slowly, so as not to disturb her more, I took a Kleenex and blotted the sweaty beads off as if they didn’t really bother me. I wondered what was going to happen next. All I could think about was running. How could I? I was there to do a job and I was going to finish it!
I knew her before, before her eyes were narrow slits that looked like they had been carved into her weathered, round face with a razor, before her cheeks were puffy and swollen and before her hair had lost its luster.
I remember her eyes the most. She had long eyelashes that brushed her pink cheeks when she closed her eyes. She was energetic and driven and didn’t give a rat’s rear about mundane things. She could do more work than three people on 4 hours sleep at night. Now, she was standing in my bathroom with a wild look in her eyes and I did not know what to do with her. I was afraid.
I could not stand to look at her, but I was terrified to turn my back on her. She needed my help. I am not sure what bolstered my courage, but the adrenaline was pumping through my veins like fuel in a jet plane. I could feel my insides jittering. So she would not notice, I placed both hands on the counter to keep them from shaking, then, with as steady of a voice as I could muster, I said into that blasted mirror, “I’m going to put make up on you whether you like it or not!”
It was a battle but I won. I covered some of the ugly and went to work whistling! 🙂