Barb

I saw a tall woman standing on the mezzanine walkway at this conference. I hadn’t seen anyone there with comparable stature, so I went over and introduced myself. Barb was six-foot-two in stocking feet, and positively towered in the heels she wore that day. She had a low forehead with a deep widow’s peak over dark, deep-set eyes that twinkled impishly, wisps of shortish brown hair, and a face and build that made her seem perpetually on the fence about whether to be dainty or fierce, as though she could accomplish either with ease.