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From what?”
She didn't answer me and started to apply eyeliner and shadow to my eyes. Then she added a dusting of blush to my cheekbones.
After several minutes she said, “It doesn't matter now, it's just too late.” Looking thoughtful, she said, “One thing I know, Ivy, is we'll always be sisters. No one can take that away from us.”
Just as I was about to reply, she lifted the towel from the mirror and said, “Voila!”
The young lady staring back at me...was it me? It had to be me, I was the one sitting in the chair. I had expected to look like a painted clown, but I had to admit that I didn't look half bad. I looked…pretty. My hair appeared glossy, not unkempt and sticking out everywhere; now it was smoothed down and tame. She had hardly put any makeup on me, and my eyes popped out at me.
“Oh , I forgot lipstick.” She applied some color red that I had never seen before, and afterward I thought, Now I could pass as a clown.
“I like it better with no lipstick.” I wiped it off with a tissue.
“So, you admit that you like what I've done?”
“It's not so bad ,” I said.
“Now you don't look so much like a tomboy.”
“I'm not a tomboy.” It was true that I never particularly liked makeup and curling irons and ruffled dresses, but I didn't consider myself a tomboy.
“You always liked climbing trees and shooting BB guns.”
“So what?”
“And God knows what you did to scar the tops of your ears. I never could figure that one out.”
I grabbed my ears , and I felt the scarring under my fingers. Nowadays it was barely noticeable, but they were the reason that I always had long hair.
“That doesn't make me a tomboy.”
“Father said you fell from a tree and scuffed the tops so bad that it left scarring,” she said.
He had said that , but I'd never believed it. How does someone scuff both of their ears?
“So that makes you similar to a boy ,” she said.
“It does not.”
“It does.”
“Does not.”
“Does too.”
As I sat staring into the mirror, getting ready to say my next “does not,” she whacked me with a feather pillow from behind, messing up my new hairstyle and making me look like I'd stuck my finger in the light socket.
She laughed , which made me laugh.
“Payback is never fun.” I grabbed a pillow and walloped her back as hard as I could, sending her flying onto the bed.
She stood up and whacked me back, and I whacked her back, and it went on and on until feathers filled the air and covered the floor. We laughed and hee-hawed, and once she snorted out of her nose, which made me double over with laughter.
We had fun , but in my mind the old man lingered.
Throughout the night I would check out the windows to be certain the old man wasn't standing in the dooryard . I trusted Drumm for some unknown reason, and I believed what he said, that the old man couldn’t come to my house—although I was uncertain of what he'd meant by “wards.”
If Zinnia noticed me looking out the windows every so often, she didn't say a word about it . After a while I fully relaxed and didn't think of Ian, Izadora, and Magella and my upcoming task, or even the old man.
We stayed up until well after midnight and acted like fools, just like when were kids. We made chocolate cake, which I devoured most of. Zinnia ate carrots and celery. Not wanting to start any arguments, I didn't bother to ask why she had become obsessed with eating so healthy.
At some point nearing the end of our night, Zinnia offered to make me some mint tea to settle the bellyache I had developed after eating most of the cake.
Within minutes of drinking the tea, I must have passed out on the floor amongst the fluffy white feathers.
***
Surprisingly, we had a great time that night. It will remain in my memory forever—something to hold on to when times got tough. For little did I know at the time, we would never have such a night again.
Chapter Nine
“Get up, sleepyhead. Get up,
She didn't answer me and started to apply eyeliner and shadow to my eyes. Then she added a dusting of blush to my cheekbones.
After several minutes she said, “It doesn't matter now, it's just too late.” Looking thoughtful, she said, “One thing I know, Ivy, is we'll always be sisters. No one can take that away from us.”
Just as I was about to reply, she lifted the towel from the mirror and said, “Voila!”
The young lady staring back at me...was it me? It had to be me, I was the one sitting in the chair. I had expected to look like a painted clown, but I had to admit that I didn't look half bad. I looked…pretty. My hair appeared glossy, not unkempt and sticking out everywhere; now it was smoothed down and tame. She had hardly put any makeup on me, and my eyes popped out at me.
“Oh , I forgot lipstick.” She applied some color red that I had never seen before, and afterward I thought, Now I could pass as a clown.
“I like it better with no lipstick.” I wiped it off with a tissue.
“So, you admit that you like what I've done?”
“It's not so bad ,” I said.
“Now you don't look so much like a tomboy.”
“I'm not a tomboy.” It was true that I never particularly liked makeup and curling irons and ruffled dresses, but I didn't consider myself a tomboy.
“You always liked climbing trees and shooting BB guns.”
“So what?”
“And God knows what you did to scar the tops of your ears. I never could figure that one out.”
I grabbed my ears , and I felt the scarring under my fingers. Nowadays it was barely noticeable, but they were the reason that I always had long hair.
“That doesn't make me a tomboy.”
“Father said you fell from a tree and scuffed the tops so bad that it left scarring,” she said.
He had said that , but I'd never believed it. How does someone scuff both of their ears?
“So that makes you similar to a boy ,” she said.
“It does not.”
“It does.”
“Does not.”
“Does too.”
As I sat staring into the mirror, getting ready to say my next “does not,” she whacked me with a feather pillow from behind, messing up my new hairstyle and making me look like I'd stuck my finger in the light socket.
She laughed , which made me laugh.
“Payback is never fun.” I grabbed a pillow and walloped her back as hard as I could, sending her flying onto the bed.
She stood up and whacked me back, and I whacked her back, and it went on and on until feathers filled the air and covered the floor. We laughed and hee-hawed, and once she snorted out of her nose, which made me double over with laughter.
We had fun , but in my mind the old man lingered.
Throughout the night I would check out the windows to be certain the old man wasn't standing in the dooryard . I trusted Drumm for some unknown reason, and I believed what he said, that the old man couldn’t come to my house—although I was uncertain of what he'd meant by “wards.”
If Zinnia noticed me looking out the windows every so often, she didn't say a word about it . After a while I fully relaxed and didn't think of Ian, Izadora, and Magella and my upcoming task, or even the old man.
We stayed up until well after midnight and acted like fools, just like when were kids. We made chocolate cake, which I devoured most of. Zinnia ate carrots and celery. Not wanting to start any arguments, I didn't bother to ask why she had become obsessed with eating so healthy.
At some point nearing the end of our night, Zinnia offered to make me some mint tea to settle the bellyache I had developed after eating most of the cake.
Within minutes of drinking the tea, I must have passed out on the floor amongst the fluffy white feathers.
***
Surprisingly, we had a great time that night. It will remain in my memory forever—something to hold on to when times got tough. For little did I know at the time, we would never have such a night again.
Chapter Nine
“Get up, sleepyhead. Get up,
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