A boy sat on a stool, he put his elbows on his knees, rested his chin on his han

A boy sat on a stool, he put his elbows on his knees, rested his chin on his hands and looked at his mother. Now she brushed her very short, blond hair, pulling them back. And the rings stretched out softly and then returned to their previous position., forming a crown of curls over the forehead. Left the brush, picked up a bottle of perfume, wet his fingertips, passed them over his earlobes, at the top of the neckline and then moistened a lace handkerchief. Through the Looking Glass, looked at the boy. He smiled too, era Linda, Linda, Linda! Em todo o bairro não havia uma moça Linda assim.