said.
âWell, at least you donât look like one.â Having removed the last of Carnation Kiss, Hailey was applying a cinnamon shade from her bag. âI just had big, orange clown lips in front of a dozen cosmetics experts. Do you think anyone recognized me?â
âI apologize, Marcella. Hey, do you work on commission? Would it help if we bought tons of makeup tonight?â I asked.
She tugged on a dangly earring. âSure, but, did you bring cash?â
Cash? Oh ... the credit thing. I felt my face warm with embarrassment. âI do have a purse full of charge cards, one of which is bound to be valid, and Hailey and I are dying to stock up on cosmetics. Anything you can show us in the spring colors?â
âPlenty!â Marcella motioned us over to the Trenda counter. âWe can start by establishing your personal palettes, since you know firsthand that every color doesnât suit every person. Over here. Letâs start with you, blondie ...â
The woman had an eye for color, but she definitely didnât belong in sales. Maybe Iâd done her a favor by getting her bumped up to buyersâ school. As Marcella began explaining about hues and skin tones and seasons, I checked my watch. Already past seven-thirty.
âYouâll have to step up the pace, Marcella,â I said. âWeâre already converted, so no use preaching to the choir. Just load us up with the goodies. Weâve got a lot of shopping to do before the doors close on us.â
A whole lot of shopping.
11
Hailey
âS o let me get this straight,â I said as Alana and I watched that smiling, petite granny-type at Zarelaâs carve up an avocado to prepare our fresh guacamole right at our table. âAll that stuff you bought tonight? You donât really want it?â
âExactly.â Alana dipped a chip in salsa. âExcept maybe for the Burberry. As I said, Iâm conflicted about that plaid.â
The Burberry hat had been a âwhat the hell!â purchase. Otherwise, Alana had chosen her items mostly by price tag, the more expensive the better. Weâd quickly cut over to Tiffanyâs because she realized that jewelry was compact and easy to carry with the added bonus of being outrageously expensive. As the bell rang to close the store, Alana paid a porter to transport our purchases back to the apartment, leaving us free to cab it over to Zarelaâs and join the Cinco de Mayo celebration.
âSo you bought the closetful of stuff to return it ...â
âAnd get cash back. Let me tell you, itâs going to take me a few days to return all that merchandise, but at least it will give me a little liquid cash to get myself going. I tell you, I donât believe my father. Heâs never pulled a power trip like this before.â
âDo you want to talk about it?â I offered. Sheâd given me just a few salient details as we shopped.
âHoney, I couldnât bear to give you a play-by-play. Let me just say that heâs going to cover the co-op expenses, so at least I wonât be homeless.â
We wonât be homeless , I thought, recalling that I was a few months behind on the rent I owed Alana. I really, really needed that new contract from All Our Tomorrows .
âBut beyond the roof over my head and an occasional salad smuggled in by Mama, when Daddy cuts me off, Iâm going to be penniless. No spending money whatsoever. And you know I canât live that way.â
I shook my head. âI am so sorry. What will you do?â
âFind a job, I guess,â she said airily. I donât think the real trauma had sunk in yet.
Poor Alana. The question remained, what would she do? âWhat kind of work were you thinking of?â I asked, recalling that she did not possess any so-called marketable skills.
âI had a tiny epiphany while we were having that lovefest with Marcella back at the cosmetics department. Iâve