He also told me how beautiful I was, and how he has a friend in Miami who would be interested in hiring me to do some modeling!!! Can you picture me o... the cover of Seventeen? ------ To: EllieFrom: Maria Subject: RE: STOP IT! You so could be a model, I wouldn’t be surprised. Hey guess what happened today; Mr. Garcia asked me to stay after class to go over my test (I failed miserably) he stood over me the whole time, and I could swear he was looking at my breasts. He said he would call my mom. " Sit still. I want to do your eyebrows." I almost panicked becauseJane's eyebrows were very thin and arched, in that evil female way. No way I wanted mine like that. Fortunately for me, my eyebrows are mostlyblonde, so once she waxed and plucked them they didn't really stand out.I just had to be able to explain why my forehead was red from thewaxing. I kept my legs shaved so I was spared that pain.She made up my face in a different way this time. Being fair-complectedI am used to pale. " That's John for you. He always makes sure you know where the line is drawn."We didn't talk more about Mr. Oldham or my idea to make room for Penelope in the Oldham household, but when we parted it was with the understanding that I would suggest the idea and we would see where it went from there."We're to dress for dinner," Shirley said when we were back in my room."Why? Are we having company or something?" No, it's just something Suzanne requested. Humor her, honey. She doesn't ask much of. Delightfully baring her forehead for a change, with only a length of gold chain, woven into her hair to suspend a single placid tear shaped ruby in the center, matching her eyes. Quiet as he had been upon his approach, those same exquisite eyes turned just as he was entering. Then, in another example of measured grace, she smiled and brought a slender thimble capped finger to her lips."Shh!" Ayeka whispered, fixing him with a happy, if tired little smile. Gesturing toward the crib set some feet.