Leaving her hair far more tousled than the night before, the lengths were whipped up into a gorgeous fishtail braid whilst the sgary
pink lip was topped off with kohl - lined eyes and
thick, fluttery lashes.
The square, strong face I remember from my boyhood, when he would visit us on the Vineyard, armed with expensive gifts, wonderful brainteasers, and terrible jokes, is falling in on itself; the silver hair, still reasonably
thick, lies matted on his head; and his pale
pink lips tremble when he is not speaking, and sometimes when he is.