Though his manners were probably fine, and he was very well dressed, the man who Lovise arranged to accompany me around to the shops seemed a little rough, unfinished. His face was heavy, the skin thick on his cheeks, sagging at his chin. He had the teeth of someone who wasn’t from the city. Even I could see this, though he tried to hide his mouth with a thick moustache. I looked at his boots. They were so polished that they looked wet, laces thick enough to seem to cast a small shadow over the gleaming leather. He bowed slightly toward me, one eyebrow c****d, mouth clamped over those teeth, so all seemed a mockery of proper manners.
We went into only the most high-end shops, none of which I’d been in yet as they’d seemed too exclusive to me. The man spoke, introduced me as Miss Inger-Ma
