When her siblings called out, “Mom, Jenny’s covered in butter,” I said to my sister on the phone, “Oh my gosh, I gotta go.” click. She never called back, so she must have guessed it was a disaster, not a tragedy.
Maybe someday she’ll own a fancy spa, and the famous and wealthy will come from all over for her special butter masks. Maybe she’ll own a line of moisturizer. Or maybe she’ll just always have soft, supple skin. And hair.