It’s not a glamour part. We’re doing a Western.
The makeup lady really looked at him in mirror as though she were trying to figure out where on his face his aged showed. Then glanced down at the cover of the magazine. “I would never have guessed that you two were the same age.”
I’m going to put a light foundation on; it’s water based.” Like paint from a tube, she squeezed the makeup onto a square hand-sized mirror, spreading it in circles with a tiny spatula.
“I don’t like a lot of makeup,” he said. “It’s not a glamour part.”
“No, not at all.”
“We’re doing a Western.”
He leaned forward in his chair and picked one of the magazines to read. On the cover was a movie star who had made a comeback from stints in rehabs and was now sober with the number-one summer box-office film.
“The drugs and alcohol have really aged him,” he said aloud what he was thinking. “He’s my age.”
The makeup lady really looked at him in mirror as though she were trying to figure out where on his fa…