Laney stood in front of the small mirror in her bathroom and painstakingly applied mascara. She hoped the stuff was still good; she hadn't used it in months. Hadn't she read somewhere that makeup had an expiration date? Well, it still seemed okay. She finished up, then licked a cotton swab and cleaned up the few smudges beneath her eyes. Lord, she was awful at this sort of thing. Her older sister had been so obsessed with boys and her looks that Laney had rebelled by being as mousey and ...