“Hmm. Eyebrows at a nice rakish angle-why hallo, you rogue, you! Collar just a thought higher, ascot just a thought lower, and -I can’t really tell in this window. Hasn’t Tom ever thought about having that distorted glass replaced? Doesn’t he ever wash the windows? How am I supposed to see all of marvelous Me?”
Removing a handkerchief from the
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