| Article: | A Christmas Tale: Part VI -- The Grammar of Ornaments When she emerged from the trunk, the girl-gaunt, olive skinned with rich black hair-said, "If you got any more bread, man, I'll make it up to you." She was probably 17, wore hip-huggers and a jean jacket with a big red 'I Brake for Men' button. Her eyes darted round, her face a grimace of dare. "There a lotta soldiers on this train?" The bottom of her bell-bottoms was hemmed with a salty-black crust of dried slush; I tried to see behind the heavy mascara she wore, but failed. |