" Neither of them noticed Jane for a moment, which was for the best, as Jane looked like parts of her had been ripped up and flung into the wind.

While Hunter smiled at Savannah, little pieces of Jane fluttered down to the parking lot. ...

She waded through the litter of her old self and climbed into the battered Taurus. "

― Janette Rallison , My Fair Godmother (My Fair Godmother, #1)