AND YOURS ISN’T BAD EITHER

Was driving and remembered a line I hadn’t thought of in years. It’s in that novel I told you about which I want to sit down and finish. Seems the protagonist had gotten his chin tweaked by a plastic surgeon in Los Angeles. But he was playing close to the chest about it backstage. Well, a certain great ballerina, not a total stranger to the enhancement arts herself, waltzed so-to-speak-by. Leave it to her to immediately spot it. “Like the chin, babe!” she greeted his refashioned visage.