She peered at herself in the bathroom mirror of their hotel. She wasn't totally dissatisfied with her reflection. She was tallish, a little overweight. Oh yeah, she had baggage in the front and a carry on under her seat, but who didn't at forty after three kids? Her best feature were her eyes. Soft brown, they were framed with lush lashes and nicely arched brows. Good teeth, thanks to Dr. Fenton, DDS. Good skin, lots of Aveeno products, water and no makeup accounted for that. Then there was her hair.
Oh, her hair. It was the "thorn in her side." Some hair was unruly, hard to manage, but HERS was downright rebellious! She quoted 1st. Corinthians 11:15 to it daily. This evening she had tried her hand at some of the Pentecostal hairdo's that she had admired through the years. She eyed the finished product dejectedly. She looked like Mickey Mangum coming, Bobby Shoemake going and Sharon Keyes from an angle! Although all of these ladies hairdo's were lovely in themselves, morph them into some sort of "hairdo ambrosia" and the results were disastrous! By the time she realized she looked like a q-tip on steroids, the freeze-it had already done it's job and that thing was going NOWHERE! She prodded it with a comb in one last ditch effort to manipulate it, grabbed her purse and raced to the lobby to meet her family.
Entering the gigantic convention center, she immediately began to scan the crowd for familiar faces. General Conference was always an enjoyable time, a time to reacquaint oneself with old friends and to make new ones. Their twelve year old son Ethan headed off to the snack bar with the Steven's boy. Their fifteen year old twins, Natalie and Hannah made for a pre-determined spot to meet up with friends they had chatted with on Facebook since last conference. Hearing her name, Mary spun around to see her best friend Susan Crawford running towards her, squealing, arms outstretched.
They embraced, rocking back and forth while planting kisses on one another's cheeks. Friends since childhood, they both been bridesmaids in the other's weddings. But alas, life had separated them geographically, Mary to Arizona and Susan to California, but the miles had not dimmed their love and affection for one another. They were soul mates, confidantes. Their friendship had kept Verizon Wireless in business.
Then came the inspection. "Have you lost weight? Ooohhh, I love your shoes! Where did you get that outfit? You're hair!" At that, Mary held up her hand. "Don't even go there Susan! I don't want to discuss the "do." "Oh Mary!" Susan waved her hand in dismissal. "Your hair always looks great!" "And you're a bad liar and the best friend a girl could have." Mary said and leaned forward to plant another kiss on her friend's cheek. Susan, preoccupied with something over Mary's left shoulder grabbed her and whispered, "Don't look now, but here comes Delta Decker!"
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