I went back in the bedroom and search the closet for the rest of the outfit franca had directed me to wear. A box on the shelf above her blouses is labeled "wig/shoes." I took it down and set it on the bed to open it.

The wig fits snugly on my head. I suddenly have straight, black hair that falls just below my ears. The bottom edge is crisp and sharp like a broom. The bangs are just as dramatic, going straight across my forehead just above my eyebrows.

The shoes she has chosen ...