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    Midnight

    “Why?”

    “Because little girls aren’t supposed to?”

    “Why?”

    Bette sighed. “All right. I’ll let you wear some of my special powder for awhile, but then you have to wash your face and go to bed when your babysitter Heather gets here, okay? Heather is going to read to you, but you have to behave and do what she says, alright?”

    “Yes, Mama,” Angelica said sweetly, living up to her name. “Can I have the powder now?” A little hand reached for Bette’s container of translucent face powder and Bette picked it up out of reach before Angie could spill it. She unscrewed the lid and dipped a brush into the powder, tapping all most all of it off before sweeping the brush lightly over Angie’s face, much to the little girl’s delight.

    Angie eagerly looked into the mirror and frowned a little. “I don’t see it, Mama.”

    “You’re not supposed to. It makes your face look smooth.”

    “Can I wear lipstick?” Angie said eagerly.

    “No,” Bette said firmly. But she wavered when Angie began to look dejected and so put a light coat on Angie’s lips and made her blot it with a Kleenex, wiping most of it back off anyway. Angie was thrilled with the result, puckering her lips into the mirror. Bette hid a smile behind her hand.

    “Mama, what’s on your eyes? I want some on my eyes too.”

    “It’s eyeshadow, Ang, and that is where I draw the line. You have on enough makeup. Go on and play in your room now, I have to get dressed.”

    Angie scampered out of the room and ran down the hall. Bette closed the door and picked out a sparkly navy dress and heels. Then she picked up her phone for the tenth time and called Tina again.

    “Hey,” Bette said when Tina answered. ”Where are you?”

    “I’m in a cab on my way home. I just left the office. I should be there in about 20 minutes or so.”

    Bette glanced at the clock on the bedside table and frowned. “But you’ve still got to dress. We’ll be late getting to Jonah’s.”

    “I know. You go on ahead without me, and I’ll meet you there.”

    Comments

    1. So sweet, but Tina should have just let Bette stay home since she was running late and they could have brought in the New Year in a whole different way.

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