I like pretty girls. I like the saying that pretty is skin deep, but ugly goes to the bone. My favorite saying is, "Hoo-rahed by a little girl," a line from the western movie True Grit. If my husband is watching a movie I ask, "Are there any girls in it?" Because movies with all guys are usually boring. I do like one oldie movie that has all guys, The Treasure of Sierra Madre. My daughter-in-law and I were talking about how we always take notice of what female Fox News commentators are wearing and how their make-up and hair look and we have to comment about it before we listen to what they're saying. Haha!
There was a 14-year-old girl at the lake. The daughter of a friend of a friend. She was quiet. Serene. An unusual quality for one so young. Her profile was classic. Big nose. Indian. American Indian. I surmise she'll be an exceptional beauty when she's older. She had gorgeous, silky black hair which she never tucked behind her ears.
She saved one of the babies from a bad water experience. My granddaughter, the fearless three-year-old, boldly stepped toward the deep, then ran forward, and, unable to stop her momentum she went under not understanding that people cannot breathe underwater. The older girl saw it. Without hesitating for a moment and ran/swam through the water to the rescue.