Da looked at me through her mysterious tan eyes and blinked.
"You're Beautiful," I said.
"Thank you . . . . . . You, "she whispered.
My eyes slipped from her gorgeous lips.
I haven't seen lips like this since I interviewed Liv Ullmann: full and fluffy, like a waving sofa.
Oh, how much I want to throw myself on them. If Ai-
Da has a hand and I may reach out and go there and write my phone number on it.
But she did not.
It is more of a functional claw designed to hold the drawing pen.
In any case, I don't think my ballpoint pen is suitable for aluminum.