Skin Deep - Primeval drabble
“But I was born in England,” Emily complained. “I am a legal citizen.”
“You need a passport and birth certificate,” Jess explained patiently.
“I have…”
“One that doesn’t say you’re nearly 200 years old,” Lester put in. “Or every skin cream firm in the world will be hounding you.”
Emily just looked puzzled at that. “Is something wrong with my skin?”
“Apart from the fact that you should be more wrinkled than the Sybil of Cumae? Oh, and dead of course. No, nothing. Ow.”
Jess had sharp elbows.
“Come on,” she smiled kindly at Emily. “I’ll sort out the paperwork.”
“You need a passport and birth certificate,” Jess explained patiently.
“I have…”
“One that doesn’t say you’re nearly 200 years old,” Lester put in. “Or every skin cream firm in the world will be hounding you.”
Emily just looked puzzled at that. “Is something wrong with my skin?”
“Apart from the fact that you should be more wrinkled than the Sybil of Cumae? Oh, and dead of course. No, nothing. Ow.”
Jess had sharp elbows.
“Come on,” she smiled kindly at Emily. “I’ll sort out the paperwork.”