probably wasn't having an affair with Janine.
But she was so afraid he would !
Why did women like Janine even have to exist? The world would be such a better place if they didn't.
Mimi was so sick and tired of feeling ugly. It really does something to a person. Really messes with their ego.
Maybe if she had some special talent it wouldn't matter so much. Like if she was really good at oil painting or playing the flute or singing or Lacrosse.
But she wasn't. She wasn't good at anything. Most of the time she felt like a complete waste of space.
Even her family wanted nothing to do with her, it seemed. If they did talk to her, it was only to offer "suggestions" which were really subtle ways of putting her down.
Like Mimi's sister's dumb suggestion to cut her hair.
"Some people don't look good with long hair!" her older sister Francesca, who just happened to have a short round face, proclaimed . "It pulls your face down even more."
"Yea..." Mimi had said, feeling thoroughly offended.
Later on though, as she sighed at her ugly face in the mirror... a face that always looked sad (Mimi was sure that horrible joke when someone asks the horse, "Why the long face?" really applied to her, and it wasn't funny at all) she concluded that maybe Francesca was right.
So she made the hair appointment. Perhaps a cuter, shorter, more uplifting hair style would indeed lift her face up.
However, the smug Asian hairdresser didn't seem very enthusiastic about working on Mimi, as though the hairdresser knew she was a hopeless case. And now Mimi was convinced she looked more hideous than ever.
Cute girls just don't understand what it's like to look in the mirror and hate what you see, Mimi thought, angrily.
"MIMI! SLOW DOWN! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU GOING?" Roger yelled from behind her.
Nowhere , Mimi thought. Absolutely nowhere .
Suddenly, on the DeFazio's front lawn, Mimi saw this strange woman. She wasn’t one of the DeFazios . Perhaps she was a relative visiting? She didn't look like a relative, though. She looked more like a homeless woman.
She was just standing there, staring at Mimi with a blank expression on her face. Well really, it was more of an evil expression with a slight smirk on her lips.
In the bright light of the DeFazio's decorative lawn ornament, the woman appeared dirty, and her skin had a sickly pinkish purple tint with an angry rash of exploding boils and pustules erupting all over.
The big fake hipster-like glasses - not unlike the ones Mimi had purchased in an attempt to shorten her face - looked incongruous on the woman's fucked-up face.
The way the woman stood there in one place, staring, was so unusual and unnerving, that Mimi halted her self-engrossed march up the street and froze - right there in the middle of Candlepin Avenue.
She stared right back at the woman.
"Mimi!" Roger exclaimed, catching up to her.
Roger assumed his wife had a change of heart and that was the reason she had stopped.
"Let's talk. Come on. Nothing can be that bad!” Roger insisted. I'm not having an affair with Janine, damn it. She acts that way with everyone. I told you...that's how we get the sales."
Truthfully, Roger really did want to work things out with Mimi. Okay, so he wasn't happy with his wife at the present moment. But he knew there was more to her than this anti-social, depressed jealous maniac she had been acting like lately. The real Janine was still in there - somewhere - buried underneath.
Mimi had been so sweet when they were dating.
She must be going through some personal shit , Roger thought. Maybe it's a medical problem ....
That's when Roger saw the strange woman on the DeFazio's lawn.
"What the..." he started to say.
T he woman just stood there, staring at Roger out of her chalky white soulless eyes. She bared her teeth, just slightly, and a small growl escaped from between her thin
But she was so afraid he would !
Why did women like Janine even have to exist? The world would be such a better place if they didn't.
Mimi was so sick and tired of feeling ugly. It really does something to a person. Really messes with their ego.
Maybe if she had some special talent it wouldn't matter so much. Like if she was really good at oil painting or playing the flute or singing or Lacrosse.
But she wasn't. She wasn't good at anything. Most of the time she felt like a complete waste of space.
Even her family wanted nothing to do with her, it seemed. If they did talk to her, it was only to offer "suggestions" which were really subtle ways of putting her down.
Like Mimi's sister's dumb suggestion to cut her hair.
"Some people don't look good with long hair!" her older sister Francesca, who just happened to have a short round face, proclaimed . "It pulls your face down even more."
"Yea..." Mimi had said, feeling thoroughly offended.
Later on though, as she sighed at her ugly face in the mirror... a face that always looked sad (Mimi was sure that horrible joke when someone asks the horse, "Why the long face?" really applied to her, and it wasn't funny at all) she concluded that maybe Francesca was right.
So she made the hair appointment. Perhaps a cuter, shorter, more uplifting hair style would indeed lift her face up.
However, the smug Asian hairdresser didn't seem very enthusiastic about working on Mimi, as though the hairdresser knew she was a hopeless case. And now Mimi was convinced she looked more hideous than ever.
Cute girls just don't understand what it's like to look in the mirror and hate what you see, Mimi thought, angrily.
"MIMI! SLOW DOWN! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU GOING?" Roger yelled from behind her.
Nowhere , Mimi thought. Absolutely nowhere .
Suddenly, on the DeFazio's front lawn, Mimi saw this strange woman. She wasn’t one of the DeFazios . Perhaps she was a relative visiting? She didn't look like a relative, though. She looked more like a homeless woman.
She was just standing there, staring at Mimi with a blank expression on her face. Well really, it was more of an evil expression with a slight smirk on her lips.
In the bright light of the DeFazio's decorative lawn ornament, the woman appeared dirty, and her skin had a sickly pinkish purple tint with an angry rash of exploding boils and pustules erupting all over.
The big fake hipster-like glasses - not unlike the ones Mimi had purchased in an attempt to shorten her face - looked incongruous on the woman's fucked-up face.
The way the woman stood there in one place, staring, was so unusual and unnerving, that Mimi halted her self-engrossed march up the street and froze - right there in the middle of Candlepin Avenue.
She stared right back at the woman.
"Mimi!" Roger exclaimed, catching up to her.
Roger assumed his wife had a change of heart and that was the reason she had stopped.
"Let's talk. Come on. Nothing can be that bad!” Roger insisted. I'm not having an affair with Janine, damn it. She acts that way with everyone. I told you...that's how we get the sales."
Truthfully, Roger really did want to work things out with Mimi. Okay, so he wasn't happy with his wife at the present moment. But he knew there was more to her than this anti-social, depressed jealous maniac she had been acting like lately. The real Janine was still in there - somewhere - buried underneath.
Mimi had been so sweet when they were dating.
She must be going through some personal shit , Roger thought. Maybe it's a medical problem ....
That's when Roger saw the strange woman on the DeFazio's lawn.
"What the..." he started to say.
T he woman just stood there, staring at Roger out of her chalky white soulless eyes. She bared her teeth, just slightly, and a small growl escaped from between her thin
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