“She took a powder container and brush and was about to use it on my face, but I stopped her. “Is it clean?” I asked. “The brush?” Giselle sighed. “Yes, Molly. It’s clean. You’re not the only person in the world who sanitizes things, you know.” This pleased me immensely because it confirmed what I knew in my heart. Giselle and I are so different, and yet, fundamentally, we are very much alike.”
