The fur coat she was wearing hung as heavy as a child on her shoulders, and she looked stunned, arrived somehow by taxi, livery cab? Fleeced? Mrs. DePours large alligator bag was open.
Christine Schutt (CS): She was no taller than a small door. Her hair was entirely one color, no other shades. She was efficient in all the domestic arts, but all she could say in English at this point was: Glad to meet you, Too bad about the weather, and No one does it better than a slam dunkerwhatever that meant. She knew no other words of English. All to the better, thought Milo.