Page 69 of Dirty Ink


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There were more words but they faded as my hand fell from my ear. I stalked across the bar and stopped in front of the girl with big black curls. She glanced up at me, stooped over a box filled with nothing more than clown wigs.

“Um, hi,” she said. “Can I—can I help you?”

“I’m Rachel,” I said.

She eyed me curiously.

“Candace,” she said slowly, glancing at the phone at my side where Tim’s voice still came faintly.

“Candace,” I said, “would you happen to have any makeup I could use? I think I have a talent.”

Candace’s face lit up. She dusted off her knees as she stood. I smiled when she stuck out her hand for me to take. I raised a finger to her before raising the phone to my ear.

“Tim, I’ve got to go. I’ve got a performance to get ready for.”

I hung up and took Candace’s hand.

“Are you a sparkle kind of girl?” she asked as she led me up the back stairs.

With a grin, I answered, “Yes.”

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