gravestone again?
The girls and Howard were standing in the
hallway, waiting for me. From the sounds I heard
coming out of Steven's room. I knew he was
vomiting.
"The idiot is paying the price for drinking
instead of tasting the wines," Howard commented
after a particularly loud, ugly noise. "What did she
want from you?"
I looked at the girls and then just hurried into
my room before I burst into hysterical sobs. I felt like
I was going to vomit any moment, too, and had to get
some cold water on my face. All the girls followed
me.
"Are you all right?" Rose asked, coming to my
side. I shook my head.
"She was so angry I thought she was going to
ask me to leave right then and there. I had this
buttoned wrong." I said, turning to show them. "And
my lipstick was smeared. She wiped it off herself,
practically taking some of my skin and part of my lip
with it."
"I tried to warn you," Cinnamon said. "She called me disheveled, a great
disappointment. She said I was the last one she
expected to disappoint her."
I looked in the mirror. My hair was every which
way. "I'm sorry. I tried to get it neat for you," Ice said. "It's no one's fault but my own," I wailed. "I
feel sick to my stomach."
"That dinner was too rich," Cinnamon said.
"We had too much to taste."