She walked into the room, that lazy smile on her face, two buttons undone, I could see a hint of lace peaking over the neckline.
I saw her fingers skillfully manipulating the bag, drawing out the sticks slowly, I was shocked by the "snap" sound of the chopsticks being broken appart. As a babysitter, she was teaching me a great deal....
I remember, in my 5 year old confusion, watching her lips slowly drawing in chow-mein noodles between them with a slirping noise, and being vaguely aware that something was going on. I had always liked rice, but with butter on it. Soy sauce was a taste I had never known.
-SB