“What a clever man you are, and what a fine husband you will make my sweet cousin’s sweet girl!” she said, shoving him back from the table and leaping it to land on top of him. Somewhere between her seat and his chest, she lost her face, left it behind her like a cast-off scarf, and so she took his instead, snapping it off with two fast bites of her jaws, which were long and jagged like broken scissors. Giggling deliriously, she stood on his chest, dabbing at her teeth with her sleeve.
