I knew for a fact she was a lot less fragile than she looked.
She'd remembered my favorite color, and had it painted on from neck to toe, but I couldn't let that distract me. This was going to take some patience. I'd looked hard to find her chinks; now all I had to do was wait for her to crack. I couldn't go charging in like a bull in a china shoe. She was stubborn, but I could wait it out as long as she could. Longer, I hoped.
ShoeStories™ by Claudia Lynch