“Don’t,” Eleanor says. “Don’t look at it until you’re outside. And when you get home, Lucy, look at your own reflection. Not in the phone—a real mirror. Count to ten. If you blink, count again. If she blinks when you don’t, call me.”
“That one’s a respire ,” Eleanor whispers. “Breathes in longing. Feeds on the wanting. The ad says ‘Indulge your desires.’ But the desires aren’t yours after the respire finds you. They belong to it. You just keep buying the perfume, thinking the wanting is your own.” girly mags
“Old fashion magazines?”