Leah was fifteen and about to attend her first dance, applying blue eyeshadow, sliding gloss onto her lips, thinking she looked older, prettier, and the boys would like her.
The hem of her jade dress caressed mid-thigh. She wore heels, the first time except for weddings or funerals, which as family activities didn’t count.
She emerged from her room where her much older parents waited, her mother, as always in a state of unsated activity, tapping her foot, arms folded across her ample chest. With one look she tossed Leah a washcloth and said: “Too obvious.”