It contained six pink polishes and plastic rings with giant imitation gemstones. A few stones were almost as big as golf balls. I planned to surprise Megan that evening, but borrowing a few pieces seemed harmless.
I took out the brightest polish. Diane admired the bottle.
“Oh, this is going to be beautiful.”
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She screened me from other passengers as I leaned toward his foot. Carefully, I brushed a coat of hot pink onto his big toenail.
He didn’t move.
I worked across the other visible nails, choosing a different pink shade for each one. Diane shook with silent laughter.
“You’re surprisingly good at this.”
“Eight years of having a daughter who thinks every weekend is a spa day.”
With the painting finished, I chose two toy rings: one crowned with an oversized pink diamond, the other bearing a glittery purple heart. I slipped them onto his toes, trying to keep my hands steady as Diane watched in delighted disbelief.
