Twinkle, Twinkle

FICTION

Little Star

Cynthia Lyn, Calif.

Dear Diary:

I've had such an absolutely marvelous evening! My head is in such a flutter of excitement that I can't even think straight. Maybe if I just start from the very beginning, I can keep my thoughts oriented.

I'm sorry, Diary, that it's been nearly two weeks since we could gossip, but Gary has just been too busy at work with overtime and man-type problems. For nearly a whole week now I've been trying to get free, but he keeps putting me off. It's just like a woman, I guess, to keep nagging, but that's just what I've been doing. Finally, this evening he was just too tired to resist; he just had to relax himself.

Gary was able to get home a little early today, and, as he says, "decided to unwind". After changing, he shaved and climbed into the tub for a nice hot soak.

After a leisurely time in the tub, I got out, dried, and dusted myself with "Twilight Enchantment". Sitting before the vanity, I pinned the wig firmly in place and began combing my hair out straight down over my bare shoulders. When I had finished with my make-up and hair, I went to the closet to dress.

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