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[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] was instinctive to me now. He nodded abruptly, then turned and went out the door. I closed it behind him, leaning against it as I blew out a whoosh of breath. I hadn't realized just how he upset the balance of my mind until he'd left. I felt drained, unfinished, almost as if part of me had walked out the door with him. "Fancies, sheer and utter fancies."I shook my head at myself and straightened my shoulders. Disturbing influence or no, I had work to do. I would not let a handsome man with wicked eyes and seductive lips interfere. No matter how hard he tried to dominate me, I would remain in control. I kept my smile firmly attached as I turned to the waiting ghost. "Just a word of advice, dear.Your smile should be representative of your inner beauty, of your natural gentleness. It should shine from within, and should warm the heart of the one you're smiling at, not make that person think of death's-heads andgrinning skeletons." I let the smile fizzle off into nothing. Sometimes I had to wonder if being a Summoner was really worth it. Chapter Five "Dear, you are a young woman. You have a dashing young man. Why don't you put your hair up in papers? It would do wonders for it." I ground my teeth and made note of Esme's EMF reading. "And your clothes really, I understand that they're comfortable, but you have your future to think of! What man will want to marry a woman who wears loose athletic trousers and baggy jumpers? You have a very nice figure, I'm sure. Don't be afraid to show it off!" The point of my pencil broke against the notebook. I threw it away with a muttered snarl and reached for a pen. "And your posture I realize this is a different age than when I was a girl, but my mother would have swooned if she'd seen me slouching as you do. Shoulders back, child, back straight, head high. A lady Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html never sits like a lump." The pen gouged a hole in the paper. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. There were just a few more things to record; then I could send Esme on to her reward, leaving me in blissful quiet. Two hours of her nonstop, if well-meaning advice had just about worn my nerves raw. "You know, I think if you tried a different sort of eyeliner, it might help tone down your eyes a wee bit. I realize there's nothing you can do with them, but you do want to maximize what you have, in a minimal sort of way, if you know what I mean. A lady doesn't look like a paintedtrollop ; she just looks& enhanced. Subtlety is the key with cosmetics." I picked up my digital camera and switched the settings to manual. "Could you hold& um& Mr. Woogums for a minute?I'd like to get a few pictures." "Photos!Why, of course, I'd be delighted. Come here, my little Woogy-woogy man." I focused, checked the flash settings (I'd found that flashes made ghosts all but invisible to the camera), and snapped a few shots. "Now you must do one of my leftside ," Esme said as she struck a dramatic pose in profile. "I'm told it's my best side. You must cultivate your best side, dear. Always keep your man on that side, so he will have only the best of you to look at. And we must have a word about your eyebrows! Young ladies nowadays simply have no idea of the proper way to groom their eyebrows." "My eyebrows are just fine, thank you. Now how about a couple of shots of you next to the wall? I want to see if you show up better with a dark background." "Oh, I'm sure I do," she said as she obligingly moved over to the wall, which was covered in dark blue silk. She struck a pose that reminded me ofHollywood starlets in the 1930s. "And as for your eyebrows tsk, dear, tsk! You cannot mean to have them looking like great hairy caterpillars clinging to your face. Eyebrows are meant to be delicate little swoops that draw attention to the eye." I looked at her over the top of the camera, one great hairy caterpillar cocked in question. "Yes, well, perhaps your eyes demand an eyebrow with a bit more substance, but they do need help. Lots and lots of help." "Mmm.Just a couple more shots and then I think I'll be finished with you. I can Release you so you'll be free to move on to the next level of existence." She held her smile until I lowered the camera, then shook her head, fat iron-gray curls bobbing madly as she walked over to me. "Oh, I couldn't do that, dear. I'm not ready to move on yet." I made a note of the conditions of the pictures, camera settings, and day and time, then tucked the camera away in the bag. "Oh, right, you have some unfinished business. Well, I can't guarantee I can fix it, but I'll do my best. What do you need done?" She smiled and reached out to pat my shoulder. My arm went numb. "Why, it's you, dear. You are my unfinished business." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |
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