Sugar & Spice: Love me, love my mask

Sugar & Spice: Love me, love my mask

By Hélène Truter

Their eyes meet across the not-so-crowded supermarket isle. He has soulful misty eyes, Jaci muses. Or maybe it's just because her glasses are steamed up. (I know I should get myself one of those masks with the filter thingy that makes you look like you have a huge growth on your cheek, she tells me. I might as well wear support hose and a sign that says, ‘I've given up on romance, roses and rugged men'.)

How do you tell if a man is rugged these days, she wonders. That mask could be hiding a double chin, bad teeth and a crooked nose. Oh my word, he's coming her way. Damn, he can't come closer. He's trapped six footprints away from her.

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