stranger. Her hair was the same brownish-red, but it was so shiny. It hung low on her forehead, swept to the left. From her temples to the back of her head, it fell straight and full and sleek to her shoulders. Like the beautiful pictures she saw in Saint-Hubert. She slowly reached up to touch it. Feelings of corporeal dislocation are strong indicators of incipient seizures. So her doctors warned.
âDo you like it?â Justine asked.
âItâs pretty, I think.â
âMe too.â
Vienna turned her head from side-to-side, watching her hair catch the light. Angle of incidence equals angle of reflection ⦠âHow much do I owe you? I have twenty euros andââ
âAlready paid,â Justine interrupted. âAnd donât get comfortable in that chair. Weâre just getting started.â
They stepped to the sidewalk and Justine gave another address. Vienna found it on her map and turned left. Justine followed without question.
She doesnât know where weâre going! I could have gone the other way.
Vienna had always assumed that real liesâsignificant onesâwere something she could never aspire to. That was part of how she was. But now ⦠She detoured three blocks before meandering back almost to where they had started. Justine didnât notice.
Sheâs so stupid.
Uncertain how to use her newfound power, Vienna resumed the correct course. They ended up at a shop that sold nothing but glasses. âMikli unisex,â Justine said. âKeep it black on the arms, and darker red for the frames.â She requested several more pairs of glasses, creating an embarrassing pile of rejects on the table in front of Vienna. âI like the first pair,â Justine said. âWhat about you, Vienna?â
âOkay.â The lenses were narrow ellipses that curved slightly around her eyes. The geometry could be approximated in Euclidean space by â¦
â Vous avez bon goût, â said the young man helping them. âWe require three days for the prescription.â
âNo prescription needed.â
The man bowed slightly. âThen you may take them with you. The total is three hundred and eighteen euros.â
Vienna felt a warm flush spread across her face. âWe canâtââ
Justine cut her off with a slice of her hand. âYouâre new here?â she said to the man.
âOui. This week.â
âYou must learn it is distasteful to speak of money in public.â Justine handed the man an American Express card, black with metallic swirls along the edges. It was not nearly as colorful as most cards Vienna had seen, but the man stammered as he took it. âOf course, mademoiselle.â
âPlease add twenty percent for your service.â
The man nodded again. âMerci.â
Outside, Justine took Vienna by the arm. âOur studious doll needs a timepiece. She has places to go, cops to outsmart, wars to study. We want classic and quiet. Something less ostentatious from Rolex.â
âBut those are expensive.â At least Vienna had heard they were. She had no idea what a Rolex looked like.
âNot for girls who dye their hair neon blue, they arenât.â
Vienna looked away. âI saw the picture they took of you when your hair was like that.â
Justine smiled. âYou donât approve?â
âHow can you be nude while people take your picture?â
âThat shot was taken by Flora Kierse. She is very sweet, on the far side of sixty, and has exactly zero interest in seeing females naked. Unless my gaydar is broken, her assistant has even less. You have to learn what people are after.â
âOkay.â
âFlora Kierse is trying to understand the human condition. Good photographers have that angle: Demarchelier, Biyan, Holt. Floraâs fascination comes through in her pictures. Itâs what makes her a master. âThe proper study of mankind