50mml

#122 - The Hostess by David KM on Flickr.

he said (she said) they all said the same thing—namely nothing, and lots of it. yet, despite the inanities, her baby face remained clear of tension, light humor winking in her slanted gaze. i couldn’t understand her, but loved her beyond all doubt and reason. wisps of her dark hair teased her snowy skin, and her light brows rose high over the wide, bold frames of her glasses. “your blushing!” she exclaimed. i just smiled at her, feeling the he said (she said) they said fall away…