There was always one night in a girl's life that stands above all other nights. One night when the moon shone bright and clear and the clock on the wall went tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. One night when each tick said, "You're beautiful! Really beautiful!"
Giving her hair a final pat Sally smiled at herself in the mirror.
In the bathroom the water was still running and the perfumed bath soap still spread its aromatic sweet odor through the room. Sally went into the bathroom and turned off the tap before going downstairs to the kitchen.
"My girl looks radiant tonight!" Uncle Ben said, smiling at her over his corned beef and cabbage.
Sally blushed and lowered her eyes.
"Ben, you're making her nervous," Sally's mother said, laughing.
Sally looked up and met her uncle's stare, her eyes defiant. "I'm not bad-looking whatever you may think," she said.
"Oh, now, Sally," Uncle Ben protested. "No sense in getting on a high horse. Tonight you may find a man who just won't be able to resist you."
"Maybe I will and maybe I won't," Sally said. "You'd be surprised if I did, wouldn't you?"
It was Uncle Ben's turn to lower his eyes.