“Since you’re not getting changed…” she said as she delved into her bag,
“…you need to re-apply,” she said as she routed out her lipstick.
“And so do I,” she added before swiftly painting her lips
. I sat down and coyly opened my handbag.
I removed the lipstick and the small vanity mirror and carefully painted mine before looking at my mother for approval.
She approved.
“It’s hard to believe you’ve never done this before.”
“It’s hard to believe I’m doing it now,” I replied as I replaced the lid.
“It’s quite nice in a way,” I added as I dropped the lippy back into the handbag and clipped it shut.
“I’m glad you said that.” mum replied.
“I’d have felt doubly guilty if you’d hated it.”