The counselor was a sinewy woman who looked like she really needed a good meal. She had long brown hair that hadn’t seen a brush in a long time, and she had one of those faces where, even if she were in the US, you would see her and immediately think, You’ve got some strong British heritage going on there, lady. At the time, I thought she was forty-five or fifty, but looking back on it, she was probably around thirty.
...this feels a bit mean spirited.
