Elise was quite self conscious and I walked in on her one day; just after the doctors had allowed her back brace to be removed.
"Hal!" she remonstrated me- wrapping the glorious towel up to her chin, " Why didn't you knock?!"
" I am so sorry" I scrambled and ducked out of the room very quickly, my face very hot I am sure!
The glorious hair and generous figure stuck with me- to the point of my having to attempt a
pastel sketch for myself, which I kept tucked carefully away in a desk drawer, under some books.
She never said another word to me about it, but every time I ran into her at the florist I swear her cheeks got a little rosier too!
