vanishing cream

Instead, “People getting ready to do things” is spelled out in egg yolk, besmirching the virginal purity of its white satin support; and “It’s only vanishing cream” is translucent shellac disappearing against deathly black.

Her hands, treated every night with vanishing cream, fluttered around us, stroking, rubbing.

The car pool horn would honk, and she would rush out to join four other Japanese women who had fixed their hair that morning, applied the vanishing cream, and sported freshly ironed hankies.

Like trees and lemon vanishing cream, and Nu Nile Hair Oil and flecks of Sen-Sen.

“This stuff was like vanishing cream,” says Harris’s daughter, Rhonda Farrell.