I got my nails done yesterday, part of the save-me-from-killing-someone therapy. Nothing special. Just the usual. An hour in which to pamper myself and turn the phone off.
While they were drying, a woman sat down opposite me. She was older. Her face both smooth and wrinkled in a way that absolutely fascinated me. Her energy was palpable across the nail dryers. Sweet. Nurturing. Mama. She struck up a conversation and I couldn't help but stare enchanted by this being. She grew in beauty as our conversation progressed. About 15 minutes into the conversation, she sheepishly admitted that she had left her teeth at home. Only then did I notice that she had no teeth. But she was still just radiant to me. I told her as much and she smiled. I smiled back. It was a secret exchange between two pixies masquerading as old women.
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