Sublime

She looks as though she has brought the sunshine in with her. She is wearing a bright yellow shirtdress that by no means hides her generous breasts. Her feet are in green, strappy heels that make up for what she lacks in height, and she is holding a white clutch, big enough to house a nine-inch weapon. She smiles at me, and saunters in my

She had no sense of proportion, none whatever—and wasn’t that exactly the thing one looked for in a woman?

“I’m not short,” Daisy muttered. “Short women are never mysterious, or elegant, or pursued by handsome men. And they’re always treated like children. I refuse to be short.”

bloviating

sportsman. His brown suit was well cut, but perilously near the end of its tether.