Warpaint - The Fool -deluxe Edition- -2011- — Top-Rated

She handed June a small tin. Inside was a paste, dark as dried blood but sweet-smelling, like roses and gasoline.

“What’s the next part?”

June dipped her finger in the paste. She drew a shaky line down the Fool’s nose, then another across her chin. It was clumsy. It was perfect. Warpaint - The Fool -Deluxe Edition- -2011-

“Keep the warpaint,” she said. “You’ll need it for the next part.” She handed June a small tin

June stood at the end of the driveway as the first car of the morning rolled past. Her mother’s car was still wet, still clean, still waiting for someone who wasn’t coming. She drew a shaky line down the Fool’s

June thought of her mother crying in the kitchen, pretending to chop onions. She thought of herself in the school parking lot last week, watching her ex-best friend get into another girl’s car without looking back.