Nail-less
Oh my God!” Pat shouted, bursting into the room, nearly running over her
mother, “ Sorry.”
“Why are you so excited?,” her mother asked, having never seen
her teenager this excited.
“She’s wearing what I
sent her.” Pat said.
“Who?”
Pat pushed her tablet
at her mother. “ See!”
Her mother looked at a frozen image of a celebrity, one her
daughter adored. “I don’t see anything.”
Jumping around, Pat directed where she wanted her mother to
look. “There on her hands, she’s wearing
them.”
“ Her pink nails?” she cried, confused.
Pat showed her mother, nail-less hands. “They’re mine!”
Copyright © 2013 Glynis Rankin
