Warpaint - The Fool -deluxe Edition- -2011- Info

“This is the deluxe version,” the Fool said, tracing the word Fool with her thumb. “The extra tracks are the ones that break you open when no one’s watching.”

The Fool smiled—not a happy smile, but a true one. “Because love is a battle. And the bravest thing you can do is go into it looking exactly like yourself, even when yourself is a mess.”

The Fool opened her eyes. They were the color of wet asphalt after a storm—no, wait. They shifted. Gold. Green. A sad kind of brown. Warpaint - The Fool -Deluxe Edition- -2011-

The first time June saw the Fool, she was washing her mother’s car in the dark.

“What’s the next part?”

There she was. A girl—no, a woman—no, something else entirely. She sat cross-legged on the cracked asphalt, a vintage cassette deck in her lap. Her hair was a tangle of black and silver, and her eyes were closed. On her cheeks, hand-painted in what looked like crushed berries and soot, were two white streaks: one sharp as a razor, the other soft as a breath.

June dipped her finger in the paste. She drew a shaky line down the Fool’s nose, then another across her chin. It was clumsy. It was perfect. “This is the deluxe version,” the Fool said,

For the first time in months, June laughed. Then she went inside to make her mother breakfast.