Karla, my brother’s new girlfriend, is a catlike creature. Framing her face is a layer of sleek black hair that always looks just-combed. Her face, with its wide forehead, shard cheekbones, and narrow, pointed chin, resembles a triangle. Karla’s skin is a soft, velvety brown.
Her large eyes slant upward at the corners, and she emphasizes their angle with a sweep of maroon eye shadow. Karla’ habit of looking sidelong out of the tail of her eye makes her look cautious, as if she were expecting something to sneak up on her. Her nose is small and flat. The sharply outlined depression under it leads the observer’s eye to a pair of red-tinted lips. With their slightly upward tilt at the corners, Karla’s lips make her seem self-satisfied and secretly pleased. Her long neck and slim body are perfectly in portion with her face. Karla manages to look elegant and sleek no matter how she is standing or sitting, for her body seems to be made up of graceful angles. Her slender hands are tipped with long, polished nail. Her narrow feet are long, too, but they appear delicate even in flat-soled running shoes. Somehow, Karla would look perfect in a cat’s jeweled collar.