“Oh, honey,” he said to the mirror, “Who died and left you?”
He rubbed a little peach base into his cheek, took a blue pill, one of the oblong ones.
“This is your day before Karen was to be electrocuted look.” He rubbed a little peach base into his other cheek, took a blue pill, a round one with a dimple.
“Karen.” He pursed his lips. “No.” He smoothed the base outwards. “Katharine.” He pouted and took a pink pill in his fingers, studied it, swept all the pink ones off the counter and popped them in his mouth.
“Katherine,” he giggled coyly and abruptly stopped. “Tweezers.”
He plucked one eyebrow hair at a time ‘the way a lady does’ he said to himself. It took him an hour to leave the bathroom. The drapes were closed in hotel room, fourteen stories up and right outside DTX. The Marriott always impressed him, all those jets taking off and he could only hear the whisper of the air conditioner.
“It’s a myth you know,” he said to the woman trussed up on the bed, the woman he had decided was Katherine. “I’ve really never peeled off anyone’s skin and worn it.” He smiled coyly, raised two fingers to his lips as though he were trying to hide a smile too big to be denied. “Your hair on the other hand …”
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