Nannette was troubled–she knew she was just a worker bee, but shouldn’t the queen bee be just a litttle concerned about her welfare? Couldn’t that sugar-laden nectar cause diabetes and tooth decay? Should she be flossing between flights . . .?
Katerina wasn’t sure– in spite of the hair “artist” at the spendy Toni & Guy’s assuring her that it was all the rage in Hollywood, New York, London and Paris. She didn’t think the color suited her skin tones, and wondered, “How in the heck do I sleep with it . . .?”
In spite of Thea’s well rehearsed act, which clearly had an element of potential danger for added thrills, Ringling Brothers weren’t interested–not a lot of call for bug acts, they said. Besides, who cares about danger to a bug; most people try their best to get rid of them whether or not they perform . . .
TV ads kept saying that as you age, you must use moisturizers to prevent drying and wrinkling. Lily was pretty sure that wasn’t going to be her problem . . .
Clarence thought he was going to be in the woodwind section–a clarinet, an oboe, a bassoon, maybe a flute–but not the whole trumpet section. Looked like he was going to have to work on breath control . . .
Yes, they were mistflowers (and darned proud of it), but they were tired of hearing their neighbors say “Play Misty for me,” recalling the old Clint Eastwood film, every time the wind blew their pollen a different direction . . .
