finish applying the eggs and examine my handiwork. Itâs getting there, but she needs something else. Iâve got it! I head back to the fridge for a third time and pull out a big bottle of ketchup.
âKetchup?â she exclaims.
âYes, ketchup. I read somewhere that tomatoes are excellent for you.â
âIâve heard that too, but I thought they meant to eat,â she counters.
âWhatâs good for your inside is good for your outside,â I return. âBesides, the ketchup will help keep the eggs moist on your face. Itâs about layering.â
âWell, they
are
getting hard,â she agrees. âOkay.â
I squirt ketchup all over her face and then use my fingers to spread it out. It looks pretty good, I have to admit. But I feel like I need something to really top it off. I swing open the fridge door and scan the contents again until my gaze settles on just the right thing. Pickles. I take out the jar of pickle chips and tell Sienna to close her eyes. I place a big pickle chip on each of her eyes. âThere, youâre perfect,â I declare.
âWhat are the pickles for?â Sea asks.
âBags under the eyes,â I say.
âI donât have bags under my eyes,â she replies.
âMy mom says every woman has bags under her eyes,â I counter.
âWell, isnât it cucumbers for bags anyway?â she asks.
âYes, but a pickle is just a seasoned cucumber. Relax.â
âFine, fine,â she mutters. âBut how long do I have to leave this stuff on for?â
âTill it dries,â I answer. Weâre both silent for the next minute, listening to the clock tick. âSea?â I finally say.
âYeah?â
âYou smell like Easter.â
âWhat do you mean I smell like Easter?â
âYou know, in a good way. Like in a baked hamâish sorta way.â
âAll right, weâre taking this stuff off,â she insists, trying to sit up.
âNo.â I put an arm out to stop her and let a tiny giggle escape. She really does look pretty funny. âJust a few minutes more.â
âCan I at least take the pickles off and sit up? Iâm hungry again.â
I think about this. âOkay.â I grab her hands and help pull her up to a seated position.
I take out a container of French onion dip and put it on the counter.
âAre you going to put that on me too?â Sienna asks, eyeing the dip.
âNo, weâre going to eat this.â I take a bag of potato chips out of the pantry, rip it open, and set it next to Sea.
âThanks.â She takes a chip and dips it. She pops it in her mouth and then touches her face with one finger and pulls it back to examine it. âI canât believe I let you do this to me.â She giggles.
âYeah, too bad I donât have a camera!â I start to giggle too.
âIâm really broken up about that, let me tell you,â she says. âHey, remember that time in fourth grade when we gave ourselves elaborate makeup jobs with my markers?â
âOh, my gosh, yes! That was hysterical. Your lids were completely pink from eyelash to eyebrow and mine were purple. And we had those big red circles on our cheeks. Your mom about had a heart attack.â
âI know. She kept saying your mother was going to kill her. She relaxed after we told her it was washable marker though,â Sea adds.
We continue laughing and eating potato chips. Dad was so right. Everything feels normal again. I have my old Sea back.
Iâm feeling very confessional all of a sudden, and I decide Iâm going to tell Sea everythingâhow I completely made Sebastian up because I was hurt from being ignored the last half of the summer and feeling a little jealous and competitive over the new attention sheâs been getting. And then sheâll admit that she made Antonio up as well and weâll have a good laugh over how silly we both