"Rita! Couldn't I be a Veronica or an Alison?" he joked.
"No, you're definitely a Rita to me," she said giggling and finishing the last nail on his hand. "Now the other hand."
She lifted a headscarf and wrapped it around his head.
"Pucker your lips," she commanded.
"I don't know how," he whined.
"Oh just open your mouth," she said taking some bright red lipstick and applying the color to his lips. Then a little rouge was added to his cheeks. "That's just perfect."
His face was transformed but she looked at him somewhat dejectedly then she brightened up again. "I know what's wrong."
Then she took great delight at plucking his eyebrows.