Anat showered for nearly an hour. She made sure to wash her long black hair. She got out and put on a clean pair of sweats and a Stanford sweatshirt. She never had a mani or pedi. And knew the nail salons were closed. So she looked at videos on YouTube and went to Duane Reade and bought some nail polish. She did her best. she bought some inexpensive makeup, too. When Sephora reopens she will buy more.
She got home and put on some blush. She cranked the Cure. Her music tastes were just as dark as Alana’s. The two of them probably would have been friends if they met under different circumstances. Not that Anat ever had one friend. She never tried. She kept to her books and misery.
She looked at her ratty boots. She loves them so. But went to Timberlands’ website and ordered a brand new pair. Next was Bloomingdale’s website. She bought some new dresses. She was hoping she’d get to wear them soon. Eventually, her office would reopen. And rather than her usual telecommute she might sit at her old desk.
She felt better than she’s felt in years. She was considering volunteering to pick up groceries and deliver to the elderly.
She couldn’t wait to get outside. But one thing was still in her mind. Was she ready for a complete transformation? Or would people not even recognize her and would she be able to create more terror?
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