June 18, 2008
A woman more feline has yet to be seen. When stepping into the train, she had to bend down her head, too tall in her high-heeled boots to walk in upright. The fluorescent light of the Underground magnified the paleness of the long-fingered hand that grabbed firmly an overhead rail. She slid smoothly into the carriage just as the doors were closing, and positioned herself against the wall, crouching slightly and fitting her back into the corner. Flaming red hair pressed against the glass partition looked like a luxurious fox's tail on display in a bizzare curiosity cabinet.