Burn- Pigeon 16
“Laid out on the counter of the kitchenette, like all else white-on-white but for stainless steel drawer pulls, were the items she had walked two miles to the Walmart to buy with David's money. The bathroom would have been the logical place for the transformation, but Jalila had exclusive use of the bedroom and Clare hadn't had the courage to commute through it to the bath except as nature demanded.The hair dye was dark brown--almost black--the stage makeup was the cheapest kind, stocked in chil...dren's toy departments for face painting and dress-up, but it would do. People saw what they expected to see. To pass cursory inspection, Clare need only provide the expected clues: hair, clothes, roughened skin, facial hair.Picking up the scissors, she stepped back into the living room, where Mackie slept under the glass coffee table. David had hung a mirror beside the front door as was his habit. Before exposing himself to the eyes of the world, he always checked his looks. That or admired himself one last time.MoreLess
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