She smiles shyly, covering part of her face with a little lacy fan. When it catches the light, it sparkles. She is an old woman, but when she smiles that way she looks as young as new grass or a girl in a new dress dancing. Gideon is nearing fifty; he bows rather than shaking her hand, and asks her to dance with him some night rather than for an interview. Her husband died three years ago, and she is lonely; she accepts. She is not too old to be loved.
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She smiles shyly, covering part of her face with a little lacy fan. When it catches the light, it sparkles. She is an old woman, but when she smiles that way she looks as young as new grass or a girl in a new dress dancing. Gideon is nearing fifty; he bows rather than shaking her hand, and asks her to dance with him some night rather than for an interview. Her husband died three years ago, and she is lonely; she accepts. She is not too old to be loved.