Once I had managed to walk with a powerful, confident stride I walked to the bathroom to complete my costume.Once I had managed to walk with a powerful, confident stride I walked to the bathroom to complete my costume. My make up was easy. Pale foundation, black eyeliner and blood red lipstick. The hard part came when I tried to put on the long straight black wig. My own short black hair kept poking through and it made me look pretty silly, and I did not want to look silly that night. Paul came in and tried to help but there was no way we were going to be able to get it right. Without a word he left the bathroom, returning a few minutes later with some hair clippers that he borrowed from our neighbour. I silently bent my head to him and he sheared off all but a quarter inch of my hair. I looked in the mirror and was completely taken a back. The woman looking back at me was not the Anne I knew. The effect was very startling and very scary. It was exactly the look we wanted, certainly the long black wig would have been a step down. I left it by the sink and followed Paul downstairs. Doug was sitting on the couch waiting for us. His brother, John, was in the kitchen getting himself a beer. I knew Doug fairly well and he has seen my body in a lot less at his cottage. |