«The blond woman was Donna, I assumed. She was attractive the way sports bar hostesses and pharmaceutical reps are — hair the color of rum and lots of it, teeth as bright as Bermuda. She had the look of a woman who kept her plastic surgeon on speed dial. Her breasts were prominently displayed in most of the photos and looked like perfect softballs made of flesh. Her forehead was unlined in the way of the recently embalmed and her smile resembled that of someone undergoing electroshock.»
Dennis Lehane, Moonlight Mile. A Kenzie and Gennaro Novel, New York, Harper, 2011 (2010), 348 p., p. 132.
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