beaucapone
Her eyebrows did a dance as he tried to get her to believe him. One lie and he knew she would be his.
"I didn't sleep with that women, she slept with me" he said and waited patiently.
The slap came after.
Her violet wig had gone missing that afternoon and it was unfortunate that she had named it Violet. "Where's Violet,?" she would ask. You're here, they would reply but was she. Her existence was suspect.