Molly replaced the diamonds. "I don't recommend silver. Too cold with red. Like knives and blood. Not wanted," she cautioned. "Gold with red tones, even the cooler ones. Heat and fire no matter."
Molly looked into the mirror. "My eyes are wrong, and I've no contact. So we must paint the lids one green, one blue. I can paint a canvas, but my face, not so well. Liner and mascara are enough for me most time."
She looked at Savannah with a smile. "Sean is my uncle. We come from the land of big skies. He has a cowboy hat and boots as a matter of course. I brought a duster and a tin star, hoping he'd consent to that much. He says he dresses up to go under the covers, he doesn't care for pretending in his personal time. But I think Marilyn might entice as much as I can wheedle."