The man regarded her.
“It’s not like anything I’ve ever seen,” he said.
“My mouth,” said Eve, “is too large.”
“No, it isn’t,” said Broke. “It’s just perfect. So’s your nose, an’—an’ the rest. That’s why it seems so wicked to cut your hair.”
“Was it my face that attracted you—last year?”
The man considered.
“Your face and your pretty ways.”
“You just felt you wanted to know me?”
“Yes.”
Eve sighed.