Madge looked in the mirror. With all the money she’d spent on age-defying creams, she’d expected fewer wrinkles; soft, supple skin; and rose red lips, plump and full.
“Young lady,” Madge checked her watch. How annoying. It was so busy. “I’ve been waiting.”
“So sorry, ma’am. Just a sec.”
Madge watched the girl ring up a sale. The lines in the customer’s face told a story of many smiles. The girl’s skin was unblemished, smooth like a baby’s bottom. I’d kill for that face.
Madge checked the mirror again and it said, “No. Look deeper. Make-up won’t change your heart.”
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