Pat Feels Dejected
I stormed out of the dressing room, appalled at the shocking weirdness levels that were steadily rising in my once-peaceful life.
I skidded into the makeup room, sitting down decisively on the stool so Peggy could redo some of my makeup.
“Somethin’ wrong?”
“Nah, it’s nothing, Peggy,” I assured her, shrugging. “Ray’s just been a little strange lately.”
“I know what you mean.”
“You do?”
“Sure I do. That man’s been acting like a wolf. Wary, snappy. Completely different.”
I was shushed into silence as Peggy dusted my cheeks with blush and powdered my forehead.
“Do you have any idea what’s goin’ on with ‘im?”
“Me?” I asked, astonished. “No! Why would I?”
“You guys seem so close. I just thought you’d know,” Peggy said thoughtfully, winking.
I sputtered, turning fire-engine red in under ten seconds. “I assure you…”
“I was just teasing you, girly.”
I relaxed in my seat, feeling deflated.
Could you tell me what is up with people lately?