Molly, stepping forward, picked it up, and slowly raised it to her ear."
  "Hello, who is this?" Barry hears from the other end. "Vanity, you just let whoever grab at your head!"
  "Excuse me," Vanity snagged it back. Then into the phone, "I told you never to call me here." Staring into the wall, she disappeared.
  As Barry turned around he found the mousse pointing directly at his eyes.
  "Talk, asshole," she said.
  He didn't want to look at her. Those damn eyes--he had made so pregnant with images.