" When she smiled she got these wonderful little crinkles at the corners of her mouth, and there were faint traces of lines at the corners of her pretty eyes. They were beauty lines, the kind a woman starts to get when there's more to her than just being a girl. She made me think of the French Riviera, even though I'd never been to the French Riviera. At the edge of her laughter I could almost hear Mancini's Latin Snowfall playing. "

― Bobby Underwood , Ruff Draft: Stories My Dog Didn't Write