Okay, she definitely didn’t look like the usual sixty year old.
Who was I kidding?
She didn’t look like the usual anything.
I couldn’t put my finger on it.
(neither would she let me).
She was the quintessential breath of fresh air on a stale, hot day.
That forced you to wonder what was it that you were missing all these years.
(and what could you do to get whatever it was back).