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I looked at it in horror, with its feathery sequenced blue glory. I shook my head in disgust my mouth turning into a frown.
"Absolutely Not!" Sue exclaimed looking at the dress in the same horrified expression I have recently produced.
"Why not." Lisa whined out, pointing to the most horrific peace of garment made on the earth. Why would a person even make—no think of making this kind of…thing? This peace of garment that is being spoken of is a royal blue sequenced dress that goes mid-thigh on her with royal blue feathers trimming at the end of the dress. But let's not stop there, She decided to pair it off with a—as you guessed—royal blue boa and stripper royal blue heels.
"Sweety you're going on a date, not a Halloween costume party. Besides I don't think the look you're going for is classy stripper." Sue says once more. I had to cover my mouth to muffle my laughing. I had to agree with her though the outfit was a disaster. Lisa like the mature 40 year adult she is stuck out her tongue at her.
"Maybe that was the look I was going for." She told us and humph, I looked at her with disbelief and shook my head.
"You're joking, right?" I asked skeptical of the answer that would come out of her mouth.
"Psh, of…course I was." She said unsurely.
"Mh-hmm…" Was all Sue said and rolled her eyes. Lisa humphed and marched herself to the changing rooms.
The same thing kept on happening during the course of the morning—hooker dress, Sue and I disagreeing, she whining, different store. Rinse, wash, and repeat. Sometime during the morning I wondered that without me Lisa might have become a stripper or a grade A street hooker. Then I realize I'm the best thing that has ever happened to her. It wasn't until we were in our 3rd store that I had enough and I needed food in this bodily system. So I told the two women in my life that I was going to get something to eat and asked if they'd like to join. The both of them declined saying that they needed the time I am wasting to get food to make Lisa prettyful. Well I'm sorry I need nutrients for this fine body of mine. So that is why I'm here right now all alone walking to Starbucks in the food court. As I was walking to Starbucks nothing exciting happened. Just joking, I'd thought I put that in there because it seems like something always happens as you're doing something. Yep, just got awkward.
Any-woo I stopped walking when I saw a store out of no-wear appear. I mean I have been to this mall so many times to bother to count and I'm pretty sure that there was not a store between Aeropostale and Bath & Body Works. But it was their smack dab in the middle of the two. Now I could have walked by it without a care in the world but something drew me in, and before I knew it I was walking to this mystery store. Once I walked inside of it I felt like I was in a different world, all the mall noise seemed like years away and was replaced by soft Native Indian music that seemed to set me at ease, which was when I realized I had stepped foot into a Native American shop.
Well no shit Sherlock, I mean if it wasn't for the music, the old and ancient stuff that screams Indian, or the sign in front that says Indian Merchandise, you could never tell it was a Native American shop.
Shut up!
Cant it's impossible.
Ha-Ha you just said I'm possible.
What is that supposed to mean?
Nothing, nothing just an inside joke.
With whom I'm the only one in your head…unless. Have you been cheating on me!
What!? No.
Don't tell me these lies you're feeding me. Is that what you told your other conscience before the real truth came out?
What!? No!
Just stop right there, you know what I'm breaking up with you. Now I just got to find a way out of this thing you call a body.
Okay, joke just came up in mind at the spot only happened once but you were sleeping you ever say those words ever again, I'd be nothing without you kay. I mean sure you made me do thing I didn't want to do and some that I regret but I still love you. I needed you.
Aww, really—wait. It only happened ONCE!
I winced at her yelling. Yep haven't we clarified that your conscience is to be the same gender as you otherwise that would be really, really weird.
Hey look an old lady.
I say to drive away attention to the point she was soon going to make.
There was an old lady though, right in front of me actually. She was one of those old ladies that looked to be in her 60s and had this grandmotherly effect on you. You know those kinds of grandmothers that are always cooking with that nice smell of vanilla and chocolate chip cookies, and they're always wearing a big ass grin that makes you feel right at home. She had dark gray hair with streaks of white in it that was wavy. I knew with one look into her hazel brown eyes I was going to just love this woman.
"May I help you with something?" She asked me her voice was just that of a grandmother. If you hadn't guessed I love old people, I don't know what it's about them that attract me to them they just do.
"Um…No, I was just curious of this place." I tell her while straitening up my back I respect of her. She seemed like she needed to be highly respected. The old lady looked at me for a second before saying this.
"Hmm, I don't believe it. I have the perfect thing for you though." I looked at her for a second about to tell her that, again, I was just curious. I decided against it though and started walking after her. Damn, who knew old ladies were fast, because I didn't.
"So what do you think of it." The old lady said to me while pointing to be a— and oh my goulash were they— beautiful set of paint brushes. I'm not trying to over exaggerate or something and it's not just a painter's thing. Even a person with no creativity skills would cry at the site of these beauties. The paint brushes were a nice bright white color that seemed to look like it was made out of marble. The bristles on the brush seemed soft at touch. They kind of looked like fur. I needed to touch the brush. Feel the way it moves in my hand. I reached out to pick it up; when I did it seemed to shine under my touch. The brush was surprisingly, lighter than I expected. It wasn't plastic though that was for sure, I went in to touch the bristles, and yes, they are as soft as they look. They feel like Brady Wolfs fur. I set the brush back down delicately afraid I might break it or something in that general area. I finally looked up to see the old woman still looking at me expectantly, waiting for an answer.
"Um…" I say awkwardly forgetting the question she asked previously.
"Oh, how silly of me, I would be entranced by this beauty set too!" She said all knowingly. I still looked at her with a blank stare on my face. She just laughed at that.
"Oh, sweety, I asked if you liked it." The lady said once more.
"Oh! It's beautiful." I tell her genuinely with a light smile on my face.
"You know there's a story behind these paint brushes." She inquired.
"Oh and what would that be?" I asked with curiosity.
"Well, it is said the handles are made out of vampire bones and the bristles are of a werewolf's fur. And that venom from the vampire is still in the hallow of the bones, making the bristles always shine and stand up right. Not one imperfection on the brush. Also the person that made these brushes is said to of made these brushes out of love for his one and only true love and that he put some magic in them for them to last forever, like his undying love for his true love. His imprint." She finished off. Wait imprint, like a duck. I just shook my head. Crazy old ladies these days
"That's a beautiful story and all but, I couldn't buy it though." I say sadly with a frown on my face.I mean I'm rich and all, but not that rich.
"I mean it's a work of art, must have taken ages just to make the bristles just right…" I trailed off. The woman looked at me again then smiled making little wrinkles appear by her eyes. She then looked me in the eyes, grabbed my hands into hers. Her hands felt like old lady hands, soft and crinkly, the hand that you know have gone through a lot. I diverted my eyes to those hands wondering why she decided to hold my hands. It wasn't creepy, weirdly enough.
"You can have it." She said with confidence, I blinked in response a little bit in shock.
"You…you mean for free?" I questioned my brows turning in a frown. She nodded her head.
"No, no, I couldn't do that to you this is probably more," She cut me off before I could even finish what I was saying.
"Take it as a gift for the times to come." She said again, I looked at her ready to start arguing back at her that I couldn't take something this…this magnificent. She must of saw something in my eyes because this time she said it again but with more authority and that I will have the paint brushes for free. I couldn't refuse this offer so I sighed in defeat and said I would take it.
"Alrighty dear, let me just give you the case that holds these brushes, I'll even throw in 3 pairs on Indian buck skins to paint on. You know, like how in my day we would paint something." She told from the back of the store.
"Oh those were the days." She said sighing out contently while coming back up front with a small case made out of cedar wood with a little engraving that said Ma Amour, Ma Vie. She gave me the box and I delicately held on to it.
"Thank you…?" I started but realized I didn't know her name.
"Lo-li." She told me.
"Well, thank you for this gift Lo-li, I hope to make it up to you one day." I told her while walking back out of the store,
"Oh, darling you already have. You already have…" She trailed off, I turned around to ask her what she was talking about but she wasn't their anymore and really freakily so, her shop wasn't either.
FRE-AKY!
You're telling me.
I just shook my head again looking back to see if it was an illusion but it wasn't there. If it weren't for the case that was still in my hands I would of thought I imagined the whole thing.
I walked back to the store I was to meet them. When I walked in I saw that Sue somehow got Lisa out of her slut phase because she was wearing a knee length, black silk dress, with red and orange flowers on the sides of the dress like a vine crawling up her knee to, up under her breasts on the side, with black shiny four inch stiletto .
"Now that's an outfit." I say aloud making my presence known. Sue turned to me.
"I thought you were getting coffee?" She asked me. Shit. That old lady made me forget my Starbucks coffee and muffin.
That weird, creepin', freaky, making me forget, disappearing shop, Old lady.
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