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me. “I couldn’t eat pepperoni for like two weeks after that.”
    â€œYeah, well, I had the visual burned into my brain. I still can’t eat pepperoni pizza. We’ve got plain cheese tonight.”
    â€œCheese sounds great to me. Let’s make it.”
    Soon the pizza is ready, so we bring it into the living room and plop onto the floor to watch
Mean Girls
. We’ve seen it so many times that we take turns reciting the lines along with the actors.
    When there are only two slices left and the credits are rolling, Sienna turns to me. “What do you want to do now?”
    I think. “Um, how about facials?”
    â€œOh, I
love
facials! I had this awesome sugar scrub facial on vacation . . .”
    No. No, no, no, we are not talking any more about her vacation! I cut her off. “A sugar scrub sounds easy. Let’s go to the kitchen and see what we’ve got.”
    Sienna follows me into the kitchen, but she looks reluctant. “I’m not sure normal sugar works. They used special stuff from a fancy bottle.”
    â€œAh, sure it will,” I assert. “Ours will be even better. It’ll be
all natural
. Let’s try it. Jump up on the counterand lie down; I’ll give you a facial first.” I lay two folded kitchen dish towels on the counter for Sea’s head, and she gets in place.
    â€œAre you sure this is okay? I feel weird up here. What if your mom comes in?”
    â€œShe won’t mind,” I assure her. I walk over to the pantry and swing open the door. “Okay, let’s see, let’s see.” I scan the shelves but don’t see any sugar. We must be out. Hmm. I scan them again. “We’ve got brown sugar. Think that’ll work?”
    Sienna shrugs. “I dunno. I guess so.”
    I grab the bag of brown sugar and pour a bunch into a bowl. “I need a liquid now, to make it mushy for application purposes.” I open the fridge door and immediately spot the carton of orange juice. Perfect. It has 100 percent vitamin C too. That’s got to be good for your skin. I pour a small amount of the juice into the bowl and mix. Soon I have a thick brown paste. “Okay, close your eyes. I’m going to put this on your T-zone.”
    Sienna complies and I scoop a handful of the sugar onto her face. It drips down the sides and a little bit goes into her right ear.
    â€œAh!” she screams. “It’s cold!” Another dribble makes its way down into the corner of her mouth. “But surprisingly tasty.”
    I giggle. “Added benefit to the Tori’s SuperSpectacular Sugar Scrub.” I grab a towel and wipe up the sugar before it hits her hair.
    â€œOkay. Now I want to work on your cheeks. Eggs. We need eggs.” I head back to the refrigerator.
    Sienna’s eyes dart in my direction, but she doesn’t move her head. “Eggs? What are you going to do with eggs?” Her voice is bordering on panicky.
    â€œDon’t worry. They’re great for your face, I swear. They tighten your skin and shrink your pores.”
    â€œThey do?” she asks.
    â€œWell, sure. Haven’t you ever heard of the phrase ‘egg on your face’? That’s where it came from,” I reply.
    â€œOh. Okay,” she relents. “How do you know all of this stuff about facials?”
    â€œI read a lot,” I tell her. Which is true, but not in this case. In this case, I’m winging it.
    I take out two eggs and walk back to Sea. She’s watching me carefully. “How are you going to put those on me?” she inquires.
    Hmm. “Scrambled,” I announce. I take out another bowl and a whisk and set to scrambling. I add a splash of milk and salt and pepper out of habit. When the eggs are ready, I use the whisk like a paintbrush and paint egg all over Sea’s face.
    â€œAre you sure you know what you’re doing?” Sienna says.
    â€œYes, yes. Just hold still.” I