She didn't walk, she sashshayed, her rump a jiggly bustle underneath the robin's egg blue jersey skirt. Her plump hands, beglittered with cheap, rhinestone costume jewelry, flitted up and down in waved hellos--but not waves really--quick, stacatto, finger-fluttering crescendos of greeting. The criss-cross buckles on the toes of her ballet flats made her appear even more pigeon-toed than she actually was. But her smile, yes, that glowing, radiant smile, drew curious looks to her happy face and laughing eyes.
Hace Williams is a Seattle area author and journalist.