Her habit of dress, however, was not in the least missionary-like. In fact, the
students used to kid her about getting a summer job as a highway flagman. The
brighter the colors, the more she became entranced by their iridescence. As she
flashed through the library, students became hushed as if a bolt of lightning had
struck. In the morning, her emerald greens and hot pinks were eye-openers for
the rest of us when she walked through the staff room door.