Wednesday, January 9, 2013

The Pink Skin

"What is that on your skin,"  Bill asked as I was changing my clothes.

"What?  Where?"

I started looking all over, rubbing my skin and swiveling at the hip.

"There.  All over your legs and arms."

Bill pointed at me.  I looked down and saw I had patches of unusually pink skin everywhere.  A rash!

"Maybe you're allergic to something."

I ran to the bathroom where the light is brighter and looked myself over in the mirror.  It was everywhere.  What was I going to do?

Bill followed me and stood in the threshold looking at my pink skin.  "Like I said, maybe it's an allergy."

"Like what?"

"I don't know.  Did you start using a new laundry detergent or a new soap or perfume or something?"

I thought about it for a minute and started to cry.  Sobbing, I ran past him and threw myself on the bed.

"What's the matter?"

I remember what was new.   I had bought a new skin lotion that has perfume and makes the skin shimmer.

"I bought it because I thought you'd like it."

Bill sat down beside me and rubbed my back.  "Whatever it is, it doesn't matter.  I care about you regardless."

I looked up, sniffing.  Somehow that made me feel somewhat better.  "Thank you.  Now can you help me pick out a nice turtleneck?" 
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