I called my sister…”Dracula plucked my eyebrows,” I said.”What?”

“What I just said.”

“Did he do a good job?”

“Yes, he did. I’ll say. I don’t think I have ever looked this good in my life.”

“Well, I’ll be damned. How did this come about?”

“We were in the shower…”

She interrupted me. “You aren’t going to tell me about sex are you?” she asked.

“No……..”

“Okay, good. Scared me there for a minute. I don’t ever want to hear about you and your sex, Elsa. I just don’t want to know, especially if you’re going to run with a major bug like this.”

“Have I ever told you about any sex I have ever had?”

“No you haven’t and I want to keep it that way.”

“Look, my sex is none of your business but my eyebrows are. You asked me about my eyebrows so do you want to hear this or not?  Are you too sensitive?  Are you going to flip your lid or lose your mind or have a cow or something? I don’t want to injure you if you’re having one of those days.”

“No, tell me.”

“I only mentioned the shower because he said you want to pluck your eyebrows when your skin is warm and moist and the pores are open.”

“He’s right.”

“Yeah, I know.  So we took a shower and then he did my eyebrows, plucking them gently in the direction they go.  Apparently this is so you don’t have open pores on your face?”

“Yes that’s right. He’s right. Look, Elsa I know you think he is weird and obsessive but he knows what he is doing. He knows how to look good and he’s trying to help you look good and as your sister who also knows how to look good  I can tell you right now you should take every piece of advice this guy gives you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes!  It is his job to look good and every pore counts. If he doesn’t look he’s not going to get hired. And that means he has to look good in close-up as well which means he better not have gaping open pores on his face or hair growing all around the way you have on yours, left to your own devices. Due this he takes care of himself and he is trying to take care of you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes.  And he may love you,  does he say he does?”

“Yes.”

“Well he’s got Sadge so he may be telling you the truth. He may love you or he may be acting like he loves you but in either case, I would take any tip you can get from the guy. You say you look good?”

“No, I said I look great.”

She laughed.  “You’re wearing the clothes I sent you?  He’s plucking your eyebrows and getting you a gold hat that goes with the clothe? Sounds to me like he’s getting you ready,” she said.

“Ready for what?” I asked.

I always act like I don’t know anything with my sister – this way she pays like a slot machine.

“Your debut of course!” she said with a snort.

“Debut as what?”

“I don’t know. His wife, maybe. He wants kids, right?”

“He does.”

“Well so do you. And if you have them with guy, look out! Fuckin’ five planets in Scorpio?”

“Do you think that’s what is going on?”

“I don’t know. All we know for sure at the moment is that he wants you to look good and it sounds like he’s got that accomplished. He’s putting on the finishing touches now,” he said. “He’s your project… you are also my project.”

“Yes.”

“Okay, then we’ll know more soon.”

“What do we know already?” I asked to extract.

“We know he wants you to look good and we know why. Because when you look good, he looks good.”

“Leo rising?”

“With your Venus conjunct. Yes, Elsa, you’re a broach.”

“I’m really happy.”

“Yeah, well you’re getting laid. You’re always happy when you’re getting laid. You don’t care if you’re a broach – do you?”

“Not in the least. A broach, a project…”

“Okay then, everything sounds good… Proceed.”

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