“You look terrible.â€? And she did. She had been crying. Her mascara had run, and had been blotched away with a paper towel. Her usually fabulous hair now looked greasy and untamed, it flew out around her like a lion’s mane. Her eyes were red and puffy, and they were watering. In a desperate attempt to look less horrible she had smeared some lip gloss on, but she had missed and some of the balm had ended up on her chin.
“Thanks.â€? She smiled sarcastically, and I saw a little bit of the usual Alleigh shine through, but then she burst out in tears.
I gave her a one armed hug. “C’mon, lets get you cleaned up.â€?