I Could Do Your Nails Too

Look at my nails! She said. Are they fabulous or what? Or what, I thought, but I lied and said “fabulous.” I could do your nails, she offered. I wondered if she could dig all the dirt out of them first. Or if she would put so many layers of that stuff on them No one would see how truly dirty they were. Also, how strong are those long points? Will they dig in the dirt without a spade? Can she type in them? Can she hold a baby without puncturing it? No thanks, I said. “I’m good.”