“Jimmy looked back at the counter, but Dolly wasn't there anymore. He supposed she was fetching her coat and fixing her lipstick, or one of the other things girls thought they had to do to be beautiful. He wished she wouldn't; she didn't need makeup and fancy clothing. They were like veneers, Jimmy sometimes thought, concealing the essence of a person, the very things that made her vulnerable and real and therefore most beautiful to him. Dolly's complexities and imperfections were part of what he loved about her.”