He blonde hair was loose today, flowing freely down the middle of her back, and I swear I'd never seen anything like her. Like an angel with dirty wings, she batted her long lashes at her father, concealing that sharp tongue I knew she possessed, as she played the role of darling daughter and all-round good girl. But she knew better. So did I. She reminded me of one of those beautiful, exotic caged birds you’d see in a backstreet pet shop; out of place and itching for freedom.
