HER FEET
We’d been together years when she suddenly decided her feet had to be perfect.
We’re talking a weekly pedicure to start with, and the application of the finest nail polish money can buy.
We’re talking ointments, creams, balms, special socks, special shoes, inserts.
And this, let’s not forget, from a woman who’d smoked forty fags a day for thirty years and refused to eat
vegetables as a point of principle!
I knew something was wrong - her feet were the giveaway.
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