This was the second time shed shown not the slightest interest in a trick of the trade that would have held a class of would-be writers spellbound.
She thought the only danger of being noticed would come on Route 9, but even there the risk would be small - she only had to drive four miles of it. Her eyes were dark and deep, and the glow of the kitchen lamps sparkled in each, like small and precious diamonds lying upon darkest jewellersfelt.