The Snakeskin Secret

After my best friend lost her husband, she started looking better by the day, her skin as fresh and dewy as a twenty-year-old’s.

I couldn’t help envying her flawless complexion, so I pressed her for her beauty secret.

Blushing furiously, she stammered:

“I—I just had a little treatment at the snake shop.”

I was baffled. A snake shop wasn’t a beauty salon.

“What kind of treatment could you get at a snake shop?”

My question seemed to bring something to Chloe’s mind. She swallowed, her eyes going hazy as she caught her lower lip between her teeth.