Standing
at the threshold, he studied the intent look on her face as she worked. Quietly,
he asked, “What are you doing?”
She
spared him a quick glance, then bent again to her task. Surrounded by a
plethora of womanly bottles and mysterious potions, he felt like he’d stumbled
into an alchemist’s den.
“Serious
research.” She straightened, finished with her project, critically assessing
her handiwork.
Sitting
beside her, he laughed, enchanted, when she raised her feet to the edge of the
coffee table.
Each
toenail was a different color, a kaleidoscope of gleaming beauty. She smiled,
pleased at his appreciation.
