““Later, when the party had thinned out and Betsy and I ran to the ladies’ room to primp, she remarked on Marlboro Man’s chivalry, sighing over his sweet display of kindness. Then she moved closer to me, zeroing in and focusing on the general area of my chin. “Oh…my…God,” she said, covering her mouth with her hand. “What’s wrong with your face?” My stomach fell to the floor. I found a bottle of Jergens on the bathroom counter and began rubbing it in, determined to beat the flaking skin into submission.””
