To Henry
He licked his lips, staring soulfully into the eyes of this month’s Vogue cover.
Oh, she was perfect. She was absolutely perfect. There was the face of Linda Love, the face that launched a thousand clichéd comparisons, on the cover of January’s issue of Vogue.
Oh, she was perfect.
Blonde, tanned darker than a Bollywood princess, with sensual lips, so incredibly plump and glossed—Linda Love was Henry’s dream.
“You gonna buy that?” barked the magazine-stand-owner.
