"Would you take off that stupid mask? Honestly, it's barely breakfast."
"No." Leo's voice was muffled under the hideous rubbery face. "I like it."
Cynthia shuddered and gathered up her dishes. "It gives me the creeps." She paused over the sink. "I know what this is. I've seen movies. You're going to take the mask off and it'll be the same monster face underneath."
"Oh, fine," Leo tugged the mask off, revealing his tousled brown hair. "See?" He coughed, and his voice dropped to a strangled buzz. "Besides, it's like chicken pox. Once it's happened to you one time..."
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