Surfer On The Drift (Chapter 51)

     Most of the time, Dawn didn't look happy. It was her normal look she said. Prospective employers had always hassled her about it. So, she'd punch a button and wow them with her smile. She'd told me without a smile, she was Debra Winger. With the smile, she was Farrah Fawcett. She didn't care we'd died 30 years apart. I could look the ladies up on a computer and see what she meant.