lipstuck

She looked - and maybe still looks - like Susan Sarandon. There was a carelessness about her appearance, and a grumpiness. She always seemed interrupted - even if she opened the door to you for a tutorial, she had the air of someone who had been disturbed from a task most absorbing; in any event, more absorbing than you. She had dark hair which she sometimes made burgundy, and she could raise an eyebrow over one of those dark eyes in a way which always made me amazed with desire. She had a clever impatient mouth and long unmanicured hands. She was from Chicago. Her husband was from Switzerland and they had a five year old son. She took off her jewlerry as she unfolded her point, and I looked down at it, not quite inert on the table in front of her, convinced that it held everything that I needed to know. I felt my body hum at the sight of those abandoned things. Silver and wood - African "teacher" jewlerry, and a tarnished wedding ring so thin and simple that it might have been a rubber band.