“Voilà!” Allowed at last to take in my reflection, I blinked in bewilderment. The artist twiddled a paintbrush, gauging my approval. Black. White. Two red circles over my cheeks. Orange cone-shaped party hat held in place by elastic, as a beak. Charmed, I said, “I’m a puffin?” “The world’s cutest bird.” Still wearing my glasses, she turned to the artist. “It’s perfect.”
