‘You have a nice smile.’ Unprompted
"Why, thank you! You know, I made it myself, HaHaHaHaHa!" Martha cackles. Svelt lips pull back into their perpetual grin, one that had been widened haphazardly by self-inflicted wounds. Teeth can be seen going back all the way as the older woman laughs and laughs, her very stitches straining themselves to keep flesh together. As suddenly as she starts laughing, Martha stops, pulling her gaze from the sketchpad up to the girl holding it. "How about you, dearie? You have such lovely writing, but nothing to say! What's the matter? Cat got your tongue? HaHa!"















