“But I love doing makeup.” That shouldn’t have surprised me, knowing Reggie. “You do?” He pulled out an eyebrow pencil and drew a line just above each of my eyebrows. “I do,” he confirmed. “Doing stage makeup was one of my favorite pastimes in the 1970s.” He set the pencil down on the counter and grinned at me. “There. Now look at yourself in the mirror and tell me that you don’t look fabulous.” Fabulous was not the word I would have used to describe my appearance. My hair was so teased and sprayed I would have looked more at home in an ’80s hair band than Gretchen’s wedding. And he’d used
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he's gay
