Stolen Moments
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Suzanne Antonetta Paola
Susanne Antonetta's (Suzanne Paola's) most recent book, Make Me a Mother, a memoir and study of adoption, is forthcoming from W.W. Norton in winter of 2014. Awards for her poetry and prose include a New York Times Notable Book, an American Book Award, a Library Journal best science book of the year, a Lenore Marshall Award finalist, a Pushcart Prize, and others. She is also coauthor of Tell It Slant: Creating, Refining, and Publishing Creative Nonfiction. Her essays and poems have appeared in the New York Times, the Washington Post, Orion, Seneca Review, and many anthologies, including Short Takes and Lyric Postmodernisms. She lives in Bellingham, Washington, with her husband and son. For more information, visit suzannepaola.com.
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Stolen Moments - Suzanne Antonetta Paola
Lipstick
It took her several days to realize that she’d been wearing another woman’s lipstick.
M had bought the handbag at a woman’s resale shop and moved her wallet and things into the bag and her makeup into its zippered compartment. A couple of days later she noticed that her lips had an orangey cast to them, and digging into her new bag she saw that where she’d previously had one lipstick in a black case and one matching lip gloss in a clear tube with a wand, she now had two of each item, and the only difference between them was a gold stripe on the strange lipstick case and the orangey color, when she herself favored reddish pinks. Whoever donated the bag to the resale shop, Chrysalis, had forgotten to keep her lipsticks. She and her predecessor had strangely similar tastes, in makeup containers at least, as well as on where makeup should be stored. Not to mention that they both liked the same unusual bag, a large patched purse with floral squares and geometrics of plastic lizard skin.
The realization about the lipstick posed a dilemma.
The lipstick and the gloss had been used. The lip gloss was half empty, and the lipstick had a worn, even pitted, dent in its slant end. M would not have used another woman’s lipstick—let alone a stranger’s—ever, for hygienic reasons. But whatever skin cells and cold sore germs could have contaminated her own lips had done so; M had used the lip colors for several days before realizing they were stowaways. And while she had always avoided any hint of orange in her makeup, thinking that it would wash out her olive skin, she had to admit that she liked the way she looked in the new color.
The new, or new-old, lipstick with the new-old gloss on top made M look not exactly better, but subtly different. She felt classic, like a ‘40s actress with bright lips. She also felt edgy—the way it might feel to have an orange streak in her hair. She guessed no one would notice her new shade, but that made it seem all the more transgressive, using another woman’s intimate things in a forbidden color. When she went out with girlfriends and spent the night with one, she often secretly helped herself to their skin creams: their Regenerists, their Revitalifts. Using the lipstick felt the same, a mild theft that seemed to be stealing a fragment of someone else’s life.
Given the odd twinning of lipsticks in her bag, M resolved her dilemma by deciding to use the new orange colors every other day.
If M’s husband were to detect the difference, which she didn’t expect, she imagined he would tell her the new shade of lipstick didn’t suit her. Suiting
and not suiting
had become his phrases over the past few months. He would say of a dress, It doesn’t really suit your figure
and even of a new dish, like the chicken she tried barbecuing with its backbone removed, so it sprawled on the grill with legs flopping all over the place (she had to admit, it was not evenly cooked but burned here and pink there), This doesn’t really suit your talents.
She expected someone in his life, someone he respected, used this expression and he had picked