CHAPTER 24: THE LADY IN THE LOBBY
Marie opened her eyes and took a long look at herself in the mirror.
She took her comb and slowly pulled it through her hair. Slowly, because it had become so thick and curly that one wrong move could result in a painful tangle, or even worse, the comb drowning in her hair, never to be found again.
No greys, she noted. That was good.
She checked her face for wrinkles. Under the eyes, through the forehead. Nothing
She certainly didn’t look any older. She still couldn’t believe that she was thirteen. Back in St Anne she had known thirteen year old mothers. She still felt so young.
She opened the dresser and took out a small silver pendent that Mariana had given her the night before when they had celebrated her birthday. It was beautiful, tiny and intricately engraved with the words “Be forever free.” The face had a tiny engraved picture of a tower. She held it in her hand, while in the other she held the bone comb. The comb was yellowing and crudely carved, it’s design rapidly fading. Two very different gifts, from such different worlds.
“Marie?” Mariana’s voice came from downstairs.
“Coming.” she called, putting the pendant around her neck, and the comb in the pocket of her jeans.