Rysa Walker Quote
Miss Kate! Kiernan exclaimed, pointing. What happened to your toes? What? I glanced down, half expecting to see a leech or a cut or some other trauma, but there was nothing odd. What are you talking about? Your toenails. They’re all —it looks like blood! Oh, I laughed. That’s just nail polish. It’s chipped off in a few places. It looks like paint. Kiernan sniffed disapprovingly. I sighed. This was one of the anachronisms that Katherine would probably have caught as I prepared to leave. Did young women paint their nails in the 1890s? Had nail polish even been invented yet? I had no clue. Well, it is paint, sort of, I said. Me mom says… He shook his head and fell silent. What does your mom say, Kiernan? He didn’t answer. No, really, I won’t be angry. What does she say? She says only whores wear paint, he said, staring down at the grass. They usually wear it on their faces, though. I never even heard of painted toes.
Miss Kate! Kiernan exclaimed, pointing. What happened to your toes? What? I glanced down, half expecting to see a leech or a cut or some other trauma, but there was nothing odd. What are you talking about? Your toenails. They’re all —it looks like blood! Oh, I laughed. That’s just nail polish. It’s chipped off in a few places. It looks like paint. Kiernan sniffed disapprovingly. I sighed. This was one of the anachronisms that Katherine would probably have caught as I prepared to leave. Did young women paint their nails in the 1890s? Had nail polish even been invented yet? I had no clue. Well, it is paint, sort of, I said. Me mom says… He shook his head and fell silent. What does your mom say, Kiernan? He didn’t answer. No, really, I won’t be angry. What does she say? She says only whores wear paint, he said, staring down at the grass. They usually wear it on their faces, though. I never even heard of painted toes.