She led me to the chair in front of the mirror and pushed me down onto it. I inhaled the scent of "essential feminine finery" and wrinkled my nose in disgust. She touched my face with sticky fingers, then rubbed the foundation into my skin. She dabbed my cheeks with dusty compact, commanded me to make shapes with my mouth, so that she could paint red onto my lips. "Hannah, now give me a smile!" I scowled my petulant anger. She leaned forward and caressed my cheek. "You look beautiful with all...
