By Zoe Foster
If the satan wears Prada, then God wears l. a. Mer.
Hannah Atkins - the lady probably to be carrying unblended origin, orange wrists or a wobbly path of liquid eyeliner - has bluffed her means into the location of attractiveness editor at Gloss journal. simply as she's carving a course into the glossy international of guerrilla air kisses, achingly hip PR campaigns and goodie-bag overload, she reads approximately her boyfriend and one other lady within the gossip pages of the neighborhood rag. Then she will get dumped. by way of text.
Vowing to claw again a few dignity and make her ex remorse what he's performed, Hannah adopts a manifesto of hardcore principles. Don't develop into most sensible neighbors with the feared ladies at paintings. Don't drink fourteen glasses of Moët & Chandon at PR launches. Don't move domestic with beside the point males. and positively don't get all besotted along with your top friend's brother.
As her principles begin to slip away, Hannah unearths herself having to choose extra vital issues than simply the right color of lip gloss . . .
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Well, Thu,” she beamed. “What did you think? Is it not a wonderful experience, helping to bring new life into the world? When you have attended more births, I will allow you to minister to my women yourself. And soon I will show you how to combine the medicines I use. ” I gazed ahead to the quiet ribbon of the path with its line of trees now swiftly gaining definition as Ra prepared to burst over the horizon. ” I asked hesitantly. ” My mother laughed. “All women in labour curse their husbands,” she said matter-of-factly.
He herded cattle, trod grapes, sweated in the mud pits where bricks were made. Then, when our Great God Ramses’ father, Osiris Setnakht Glorified, wrested power from the filthy Syrian, my father saw his chance and joined the ranks of the infantry, marching through the towns and villages scattered along the length of the Nile, routing and pursuing the disorganized groups of pillagers, executing, and arresting, and played his part in the restoration of a Ma’at that had been enfeebled and almost eclipsed by the febrile creatures who had grappled for the throne of Egypt for years, none of whom were worthy to be called the Incarnation of the God.
He held it up and shook it. “My lessons,” he said importantly. “We paint them on pieces of broken pottery. ” My mother, doubtless hot and irritable, answered for him. “No you cannot! Pa-ari, run ahead and tell your father to come in for his food. ” So it began. Pa-ari would leave for school at dawn every day, and at noon my mother and I would meet him with his bread and beer. On God’s days and holidays he did not study. He and I would slip away to the river or back onto the desert, playing the games that children devise.
Air Kisses by Zoe Foster