Of Course"
<<2005-12-29 - 5:43 p.m.>> I was shopping at Aveda, with a gift certificate. I was chatting with the makeup artist about red lip gloss. I was explaining that I am afraid of reds on my mouth, because they declare that I am wearing makeup. "But they make your eyes pop," Tori countered. (She won.) My sister had remained behind at Anthropologie. Delay. Delay. Finally, she called my mother. I heard only my mother's end of the call. My mother headed over to Anthropologie to meet Emma. There was some confusion? About a necklace? Emma had been trying to return a necklace. They think she stole it. I wait in Aveda, am fussed over, chat about collaging. Mack calls. Says he's in the neighborhood. I forgot to call him this morning to work out a plan. Lunch, maybe, I'd said yesterday. (Shit.) He comes by. "My sister's been accused of shoplifting," I tell him. "I mean, she wasn't, of course." My sister and my mother arrive from the store. Emma is flustered, anxious. Can't deal with buying makeup. "What happened?" I ask. Emma shakes her head. I pay. Tori the makeup artist gives her a present, to make her feel better. I say goodbye to Mack. We go. "So what happened?" I ask again, having caught the stressed-out, the anxious. My mother has said that instead of going uptown with me to do a Christmas return she'll be going home with Emma. "I was caught shoplifting," my sister says. << - >> |