Her face was plain and weathered, brown and cracked from too much time in the sun. Stringy red hair was pulled back into a bun nearly as tight as her mouth. The resemblance was striking. Green eyes, red hair, though all of it muted, tired, aged beyond the years she held over me. No one would call her beautiful, yet I could still see it. It lay just below the surface, hidden beneath layers of dust and grief.
Annie's appearance was greatly influenced by Dorthea Lange's famous Dust Bowl potrait of the migrant mother.
