“See? She can walk sooner and better than I’d expected.” Proudly, he announced to everyone. Helping tear the wrapper, he let the little girl ride on his shoulders. When the chocolate dribbled from her mouth down his face, he rose to reach the woman with the bob.
The bobbed woman instantly unfolded her knees and skillfully wiped the stains off with a handy tissue. She mumbled something in a strange dialect, like an understandable complaint. I could not guess where she came from. Her eyelids were painted with a mixed eyeshadow of brown and blue. Her thin eyebrows were tattooed with a bow. Her curved eyelashes were long and real. She had slightly thickened and darkened them with mascara. A straight fringe seemed to perfectly serve as a shade. She looked maturely attractive. It was not easy to guess her age. But she appeared defi nitely older and behaved much older than the boyish man, who was sitting next to her like a shy teenager.