Hey all, this is a short chapter, I know, that's why it's downloaded
with the next one. Thank you all for your reviews. (blushes) I feel so
special. Oh, and at the end of this chapter, what Kathy says is something
that I would typically say. So that part of Kathy's persona is me,
considering that I never really knew Kathy pre-tumor when she joked around
a bunch and stuff. Wow, that's really depressing. Um, so read this and
maybe it'll stop the depression from mounting. I hope.
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At an hour till lunch break, Kathy came bounding back into my office. I looked up, surprised, from my paperwork, and stared at her.
"Well???" she questioned impatiently, "Why aren't you getting ready?? We've only got an hour to make you beautiful for your mystery man!"
I stared at her in mock horror. "MAKE me beautiful?? Are you implying that I am not all ready beautiful? Hmm?" She giggled at me. I burst into a grin too. "Ok, ok," I said as I got up and went around the desk, "but what in the world could we possibly do to make me look any better here at work? I mean, it's not like I have a curling iron or a fancy dress here, you know."
Kathy didn't falter for one second. "I've got it all taken care of, now come with me, we're going to the bathroom to give you a bit of make-up." I sighed and let her drag me to the bathroom.
"All right, now sit down on the sink and hold still while I put some eyeliner on you." I did as she said, as much as the sink poked into my butt. Blinking a little, I turned and looked in the mirror. It wasn't bad. A touch of black liquid eyeliner changed the shape of my eyes a little, made them look larger and greener. I had vague déjà vu from my childhood when I used to wear eyeliner all the time.
After a bit more primping and combing of my hair, Kathy decided I was ready. I looked in the mirror and had to agree that I looked a lot better than I had when I'd woken up that morning.
"Ok," I said as I picked up my things from around the bathroom, "Let's go!"
Kathy blinked at me. "Let's? As in let us, implying that more people than just you are going anywhere?"
"Duh," I replied, shoving her out the door with me. "You didn't really think I would go meet a potentially crazy person alone, did you? They always say to meet someone you don't know with someone you do."
"How do you meet someone that you do know? Doesn't meeting someone, used in the context of the first time, require you to have never met before?"
I sighed. "Shut up Kathy."
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At an hour till lunch break, Kathy came bounding back into my office. I looked up, surprised, from my paperwork, and stared at her.
"Well???" she questioned impatiently, "Why aren't you getting ready?? We've only got an hour to make you beautiful for your mystery man!"
I stared at her in mock horror. "MAKE me beautiful?? Are you implying that I am not all ready beautiful? Hmm?" She giggled at me. I burst into a grin too. "Ok, ok," I said as I got up and went around the desk, "but what in the world could we possibly do to make me look any better here at work? I mean, it's not like I have a curling iron or a fancy dress here, you know."
Kathy didn't falter for one second. "I've got it all taken care of, now come with me, we're going to the bathroom to give you a bit of make-up." I sighed and let her drag me to the bathroom.
"All right, now sit down on the sink and hold still while I put some eyeliner on you." I did as she said, as much as the sink poked into my butt. Blinking a little, I turned and looked in the mirror. It wasn't bad. A touch of black liquid eyeliner changed the shape of my eyes a little, made them look larger and greener. I had vague déjà vu from my childhood when I used to wear eyeliner all the time.
After a bit more primping and combing of my hair, Kathy decided I was ready. I looked in the mirror and had to agree that I looked a lot better than I had when I'd woken up that morning.
"Ok," I said as I picked up my things from around the bathroom, "Let's go!"
Kathy blinked at me. "Let's? As in let us, implying that more people than just you are going anywhere?"
"Duh," I replied, shoving her out the door with me. "You didn't really think I would go meet a potentially crazy person alone, did you? They always say to meet someone you don't know with someone you do."
"How do you meet someone that you do know? Doesn't meeting someone, used in the context of the first time, require you to have never met before?"
I sighed. "Shut up Kathy."