January 21, 2004
When she heard the news, she tried to smile but all her mouth formed was a gaping rictus. Which was acceptable, because the news wasn't really a smiling matter. Smiling serenely, acceptingly, was her usual way of dealing with bad news. With her mouth open, her lips drawn back from her teeth, she almost resembled a snarling dog, a dog that had been kicked and was fighting for survival. With obvious effort, she was able to close her mouth and fold her hands calmly on her lap. But she could not bring herself to smile. Not with news like that.