“That’s how I know it works.”

I rolled the visor down and used the little mirror.

Lipstick, the good tube, the one I had stopped bothering with on days I might run into Mark.

The mirror shivered with the engine, and I took my time anyway.

Rachel pulled out from the curb.

“Twenty minutes,” she said.

“What do we do with them?”

I capped the lipstick, pressed my lips together, and folded the visor up.