“Whether we like it or not.” Mike sighed. “I sometimes wish I was a girl.”
“I don’t.” Charlie stated. “But I’ve got two sisters and I know what they can be like.”
“Yeah… they didn’t even thank you for making their lunch.”
“They never do.” Charlie said. “Right… this is the hardest one.” he said, handing the mascara to Mike.
He twisted open the pen-like object and pulled out a tiny spiral brush and gulped. Charles demonstrated on his own lashes and said that flinching when something touches your eyelash is a natural reaction, “…so you will flinch until you get used to it.”
“Couldn’t I practice with a cotton bud or something?”
