Marla knocked on the steel door of her new job, entering quickly. She had always dreamed of working in the make-up industry. Could she succeed? She excelled at hiding facial imperfections and smoothing uneven skin tones. Surely she’d be a natural here.
Marla assessed her first client, prone in the pine box. Yes, she could return color to the face and hide the bruising on the jawline. Once she closed the woman’s eyes, no one would see the bloodshot traces. Confidence coursed through Marla. She would give dignity to the dead woman’s body and comfort to her family.
Everyone starts somewhere.