Eleanor woke and went straight to the mirror. In the cold
light of the tiled bathroom her complexion looked gray. Crow’s feet bracketed
her eyes.
light of the tiled bathroom her complexion looked gray. Crow’s feet bracketed
her eyes.
She had no weapons to hand so threw her expensive-but-useless
eye gel at the reflection. The plastic tube bounced off and hit her in the face.
It took the even more expensive jar of anti-aging cream to shatter the mirror.
eye gel at the reflection. The plastic tube bounced off and hit her in the face.
It took the even more expensive jar of anti-aging cream to shatter the mirror.
Nick rolled over in bed. “Nightmare?” His voice was raspy from
last night’s whiskey. It was no secret that Eleanor wasn’t a morning person.
last night’s whiskey. It was no secret that Eleanor wasn’t a morning person.
“You have no idea.”
It was her sixtieth birthday.
