The leather strap with a press button was not very cooperative. Pulled again.
"Tsss, easy, pull outwards ! If you pull sidewise you'll tear it !"
"What's a compact I don't know what to look for."
She exhibited a purse similar to the one I had in hands. Similar ? It was identical indeed.
"Here this is a compact. A powder box with a mirror if you prefer. Careful not to chip your nails in opening it, there's a little button to ease the latch."
Slowly I unlatched the mechanism and the cover flew open. Downwards in a whitish cloud.
"That was the wrong side dear !" She laughed.
"You better stand-up, grab the hem of your skirt and sharply tug on it until all the powder falls. If you rub it will embed in the fabric and become a deal. Careful as you move around !"
Blurred vision as I tried to hold the cover of the flat box steady.
"Place the pad on the powder and cover it with your hand. Blow the mirror clean. Better now ?"
Clear white milky skin, plain white tiara holding back blond hair, fine eyebrows, pink lips, straight nose.
Looked twice. Then even more comparing the image of the mirror with the interlocutor in front of me.
Identical.
She smiled. The face in the mirror showed all the signs of an extreme surprise.
"Time for a talk girl !" she broke the silence. "Put that compact where it belongs."
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