The MakeUp Artist Internship

Amy:She Just Seems So Sad

    It was the Holidays and hated them.    Johnny asked me why, and I said, "Well the abortion and moving into that shitty  hotel with Jade.  It was cold and she was so sick.  I just sat with my swollen belly from the abortion and held my feverish baby."   He told me, "I am so sorry for NEVER trying hard enough to find you.   I wish we had the internet like we did in 2022."   I knew he was sorry.   "I always thought of you.   Always."   I smiled.  I played with his hand, running my hand over his rings.   I looked at the crow on his hand.   

     "You okay, babe?"  He asked.

"I am just worried about Jade.  She seems sad."

"She does.   I think it's that girl.   She texted her a lot and called her three times.  I don't think she is happy love."

"I am not happy;.  I hated to say it, but I liked Sophie better.   I have a history with Charisse and I HOPE it's not a vendetta."

"Did you date her?  You aren't like the monster."

"No.  We were in the same circle of friends and she was always condescending and rude to me. I wasn't artsy enough.  I just 'took care of skin'.   I took Jade to the dinners I was invited to, as she selected the guests.   I guess she was put off I nursed Jade there."

"Jealous, Amy.  Jealous."

"I think she has been verbally abusive with Jade."

"Maybe, but I think Jade would get sick of it.  I think she'll say something."

"I hope so."  He put his arms around my waist and kisses my neck.   

"Now,darling, let's go to bed."

      I text Jade and ask to do lunch or dinner with her before we left on the 19th.   I was spending Christmas with Johnny in Europe.   I was going to meet Stephen, Gina, and so much more.  I was excited to do that.   Jade texted back "Sure".    "Good, I just love to talk to my Jade.   How about Tuesday at five?"  She agreed.  "I will pick you u?"  She texted back, "Sure."   

       I got into bed with Johnny.   He was reading.  He read a lot.  I laid down next to  him.   He was wearing a pajama top unbuttoned and pajama bottoms.   They usually came off.   I put my arm over his waist.  He tousled my short hair.    "Darling," he said.    I smiled.  I toyed with the waistband of his pajamas.  He put  the book down and I took him into my mouth.  "Good lord," he moans.   I am so lucky.   He comes and says, "Babe, you are a fine wine.  You keep getting better and better."  I smile.  I wink the same devious wink he always winked at me.   "I am just going to have to fix that."   He threw me back on the bed and went down on me with a vengeance.   He licks, strokes, and kisses me into a frenzied mess.   "Paybacks are a bitch, huh?"  He giggled.   We had sex before I turned in.   

      I got up at four, did my exercises, ate breakfast, and wrote.   I was writing about a girl living in suburbia and the traps that went with that.  JOhnny said he would publish it and also about us finding each other.   It was a happy story.    I got ready.  I felt like a wig today, so I put on this ashy, frosted beach wave one.  Johnny said, "I like that one.   Very sexy."  I kiss him goodbye, grab his ass for good measure and drive into work.   The mall is busy and I have to park so far back.  It's still kind of dark.   I still worry about someone beating me, like in 1996 when I slept around.  Now, I had to worry about Johnny fans and I had a few.   They knew the black CTS.   Today a girl in her twenties approached me in the mall and asked, "How can you like date Johnny?  You're fat."  I ignored her.   I was learning to do that.  

     I walk into the salon.   Heather the receptionist was there and I asked for a printout.  There was Tracey's name.   I was going to have to talk to her.   I was really worried about Jade.   I could not wait until Saturday at one.   I was going to pick her brain.   As I waited for my first client at 7:30, I read a magazine and I thought back to when Charisse treated me so poorly.   I told her hello at an event I was attending and she just looked at me like I was pond scum.  It really hurt my feelings and I asked her why she rarely invited me to those dinners and a friend of mine always had a seat.  She turned, looked at me and said, "I find you quite simple, almost an imbecile and I want people at my table that have something to offer.   Talking about your stupid baby  and holding your tit out at a table isn't very interesting, Amy.  I just find you dumb."   

    I now wanted to say, "And you touch my daughter in places I really don't want you to."  I prayed that Jade broke up with him.