"Nice hair.' Olivier turned to Clara, hoping to break the tension."Thank you.' Clara ran her hands through it, making it stand on end as though she'd just had a scare."You're right.' Olivier turned to Myrna. —She looks like a frightened doughboy from the trenches of Vimy. Not many people could carry off that look. Very bold, very new millennium. I salute you.'Clara narrowed her eyes and glared at Myrna whose smile went from ear to ear."
Humour