Your Cruise Director (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} cruisedirector) wrote in ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wednesday100,@ 2004-02-04 09:48:00 |
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The week Martha went blonde, men who would have ignored her days earlier held doors for her. Old friends stopped her to tell her how wonderful she looked. Even Jonathan had a wink for her where before he would only have had a tired smile.
Staring in the mirror, she thought she looked ghastly: skin tone washed out, freckles raised darkly across her nose. Angrily she painted on a smile. She resented the change, resented its impact, but they lived in a world where beauty went further than brains, where her alien son could be fatally distracted by lip gloss.
The week Martha went blonde, men who would have ignored her days earlier held doors for her. Old friends stopped her to tell her how wonderful she looked. Even Jonathan had a wink for her where before he would only have had a tired smile.
Staring in the mirror, she thought she looked ghastly: skin tone washed out, freckles raised darkly across her nose. Angrily she painted on a smile. She resented the change, resented its impact, but they lived in a world where beauty went further than brains, where her alien son could be fatally distracted by lip gloss.
