Saturday, February 21, 2009
Vanity was not something Lucy was overly concerned about. In fact, if not for her unruly hair she would be content to live without a mirror in her room at all. She’d seen pictures of her mother – a painting anyway – who had been possessed of a classic beauty but for her shadow-black tresses which Lucy had inherited along with the glittering eyes. Alas that she’d also got her father’s pug-like nose and receding jawline, neither of which sat well against her grandmother’s elfin features and olive skin. It could have been worse. At least she didn’t inherit her father’s genitals.