Number 2

“Ooh girl!” a voice yelled from the bathroom, “Imma be hooked up this summer! Imma be looking fly!”
“Ruth come on out and let me see you girl. You talking like you the Mona Lisa or something” answered a woman lying on the bed.
“BAM!” the bathroom door opened and revealed a tall, muscular, quite mannish looking woman. “Now all I need is for my hair to be on and having them eyes poppin’ and lip bussin’. Dem boys gone be all on me.”
“Yeah, you do look good,” the woman said raising off the bed. “How you get yo butt into that small ass skirt though,” she asked as she moved closer .
“Shoshanna , you know a lady never reveals her secrets.”
“But you aint a lady.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m a Ruth and a Ruth is so much more fierce than a lady could ever be.”
“Girl you crazy.”
Looking in the mirror Ruth plopped an auburn wig on her head and began to style it. A few strokes in this direction, a few stokes in that direction, and she was done, with her hair at least. Next were the lip. Hot pink, a slight but noticeable variation from her pinkish peach blush. With her wig on and lips bussin’, all Ruth needed now was her mascara. It made her eyes pop.
“Girl, I thought you might wanna know this so - -”
At that instant the room went dark, pitch black.
“Aw man, not again,” Ruth sighed, “I guess I’ll use that as a sign for me to leave.” She headed for the door.
Shoshanna could sense Ruth going towards the door and suggested that she change into some clothes that would be more appropriate for the weather. “It’s snowing Ruth.”
Since no one could see anything, Ruth decided to undress and dress right where she stood. She peeled off the shiny, black skirt, the spaghetti strap tank top she didn’t fill out, and the bulky costume jewelry, trading it all for a pair of baggy boot-cut jeans, steel-toe work boots, and a plaid button down which he concealed with his Winter’s Warrior coat.
Once done, a meek voice called from the darkness, “Okay, bye,” as the door creaked open and Shoshanna’s was the only body left in the room.
As Robert emerged into the hallway, he realized how fast he was going to be virtually blinded by the absence of any source of light. Slowing down, Robert eased and felt something on his hand. The same sensation then moving up his wrist before going back to his hand. IT’S A ROACH!!! Instinctively he flicked his arm, hoping to send the roach flying.
Making his way to the bus stop, Robert saw a familiar face standing there. It was Yung Li. “Hi Yung,” Robert said as he approached.
“Robert, is that you?” Yung asked.
“Yeah, Yung.” Why would she think it was anyone else?
Suddenly Robert’s heart sunk into his stomach. Had Ruth forgotten to take off the make up? But how?