“Are you sure I don’t look too much like myself?” Lou asks. “Or too much like me tryingnotto look like me?”
I look her over in the bathroom mirror. Like the rest of the suite, the bathroom is gaudy and overwhelmingly pink. Edison lights line the entire mirror, illuminating her from every angle.
I don’t know much about makeup and even less about contouring, but Lou has a makeup bag full of tools she’s used to good effect. With just a few subtle shading tricks, she’s managed to change the shape of her face and jaw, slim down her nose, and even make her eyes look smaller. Instead of looking like Lou or Lucy Jane, she looks exactly like a Winona Williams impersonator. And when she puts her hair up into the samespiky bun her mom so often wore and pulls two wisps of hair out to frame her face, the effect is uncanny.
“You look exactly like someone trying to look like your mom.”
She examines herself from multiple angles and even sends a picture to the Janes and another to her sisters. A moment later, all of the women in her life respond in unanimous agreement. She shows me the texts.
Her sisters:
JUNE
Whoa!! That is seriously creepy.
NORA
Who are you, and why are you wearing Mom’s face?
And her friends:
ASH
THE Y2K HAIR. Are you joining a Winona Williams tribute band?
MILLIE
Whaaaat? I never thought you looked that much like your mom until right now.
PARKER
You look exactly like your mom, for realzzz.
LOU
Someone take Parker’s phone away, will you? Her 2000s Frat Boy is coming out.
JANE
That’s not her 2000s Frat Boy. That’s her natural state. Parker has texting bro face.
ASH
HAHAHA
MILLIE
BAHAHAQHA
BAHAHAHA, sorry.
PARKER
You guyzzzz are just jealous of my mad texting skillzzzzzzz.
LOU
Make it stop! My eyes are bleeding!
