Her face was round, brown, and spotted like the chocolate chip cookies she ate together with the rice meal she ordered--she was a tall, plus-sized lady with short black hair and a bobby pin on one side of her parted hair. She wore a loose white graphic t-shirt with Greek letters printed across it. Her blue shorts were folded at the hem. She owned a small black purse.
She had a low, deep voice. It had a timbre that had the sound of a conch shell against one's ear. With cell phone against one ear, she spoke slowly, making tiny nods during pauses. The conversation, at least on her part, was clear and audible: "The letter should be formal. Don't forget to keep it simple. White envelope."
She had two small golden hoop earings on. They dangled each time she lowered her head to put food into her mouth. She would brush her hair away with a hand when it pulls apart, replacing the single bobby pin to where it used to be. Her nose looked round, a bit flat, and wide. Her shoes were a pair of denim-colored Sanuks.
She sleeps on a queen-sized canopy bed. She hung curtains herself. Dark red fabric drapes from the top frame of the bed. A white feather pillow lies before the head board. A thin sheet of white fabric covers the top layer of mattress. A striped yellow and orange blanket spreads on top of that white sheet. Floors on that room are padded with light blue linoleum. A dark crimson desk appears beside the bed, and a white cuboid table lamp sits atop that desk. Piles of scrap paper, a financial calculator, balance sheets, and a mug of ballpens also lie on that desk.
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