Nov 5, 2016
Word of the Day
Nasute, a. /nā’süt/ - Keen-scented, sagacious. Nose-shaped, having a large nose or prominent nostrils.
Source: The Oxford Universal Dictionary, 1933
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Word of the Day
Nasute, a. /nā’süt/ - Keen-scented, sagacious. Nose-shaped, having a large nose or prominent nostrils.
Source: The Oxford Universal Dictionary, 1933
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"Thousands of generations of Tacottis have this nose!" father screamed. Olivia sunk into her chair at the dining table, her eyes fixed on his nose, that protruding, bumpy, flaring, red and hairy nose. The nose she inherited. The nose of her ancestors. The nose of her future children.
"It' defines us. People don't come up to us and say, 'You've got a great schnozz, there.' No, they look at us in awe. We're a specimen, Olivia. We are proud of our heritage. We don't go off and pay $2,000 for a nose job just to look like some Anglo! What, you want to be Angelina Jolie or something? Marilyn Monroe?"
Olivia imagined the scans at the surgeon's office. She'd seen a Marilyn nose, but passed, thinking it seemed too plain.
"Now, see, Lady Gaga. There's someone you can relate to. She doesn't hide from her beautiful nose. She doesn't really hide from anything, much less wear clothes, but that's not the point. You're my daughter, and I won't have you scarred for life."
Olivia thought her father must have found her Facebook page, seeing the posts she made about Lady Gaga's latest video. Her stomach turned at the thought of him reading her social life.
"Think about what Grandpop would say. He'd collapse right here on the floor. You would be an abomination. There's no way you're getting it done. No way."
Two years, thirty two days, five hours and fourteen minutes, Olivia thought, until freedom. That would be enough time to configure the perfect nose.