We were sitting outside of Redbone Alley, my favorite restaurant in South Carolina, waiting for our table. The heat was oppressive no matter where we waited but outside was marginally cooler than the vestibule.
The problem was the natural light.
I lifted my sunglasses and my husband squinted in my direction. "What are those red streaks under your eyebrows?"
I realized, all at once (the way you do when you remember you're in public and you're supposed to be self-conscious about something), that