A Second Chance At Life

Don't Think

"What a lovely girl," Pam said when Ella left. "Why don't you ask her to stay one night?"

I tried my hardest not to blush. "Yeah, I will," I answered casually, and looked down at the silverware as I set the table.

"I don't understand why she acts so masculinely, though," Lucy chimed in from the kitchen. "She's beautiful, but she'd look gorgeous with a little makeup and an eyebrow wax."

My forehead creased. "I think she doesn't need it. Her eyebrows are already better than mine."

"Oh honey," Pam started, resting her hand on my head, "everyone's eyebrows are better than yours."

• • •

"Rude," Ella said. "I think your eyebrows are great!"

I lounged in my window nook, and picked at threads in my shirt. "They are a little arch-less," I admitted, pressing the phone to my ear with my shoulder. "Maybe I could have them waxed next time I go to the salon."

"I think they look great," she repeated. "I think you look great."
I was suddenly grateful she couldn't see me through the phone. My hair was piled on top of my head in a wild bun, I wore only a huge tee shirt, and my blush had spread from my cheeks to my hairline. "Uhuh," I agreed sarcastically.

"Well, I do," she insisted. "I've seen you half naked with mascara dripping down your face, and even then you looked hot."

At that, my face and neck turned a violent shade of red. I hadn't thought about how I looked at the lake. "Wait, I wasn't half naked!"

Ella giggled. "You're right. When I was under, that shirt totally covered your whole body."

My jaw dropped. Okay, so she's seen me nearly completely naked. "Why didn't you tell me?" I squeaked.

"In all honesty, I didn't think you'd mind. Super Christian, and all."

My eyes narrowed. "Every branch of Christianity believes different things that completely contradict. Why go to one church half the week and learn one branch's opinion on how I live my life? I'm going to die anyways."

Ella paused for a moment, absorbing my rant. "So how do you live your life, Lacey?"