I don’t want to go out today, I told him. He raised an eyebrow and smiled. Why, he asked me. Well, I started, I don’t feel pretty today. And you’re gonna have more fun without me. He laughed. Actually laughed. Then he brought me my make-up bag. I looked up; I thought you didn’t like me wearing too much make-up. I like you happy, he said, and for you to be happy you need to be confident, and if that’s what it takes, I’ll hold your mirror for you. We were late that night. My lipstick was on point, though.