It was midweek, my husband was out of town on a three-week sales swing, and I was taking a day off from work.

I wanted to jazz up my work wardrobe, so I headed for a trendy boutique at the mall in search of some silk blouses.

As I was riffling through some outfits on a rack, a young Latina woman asked if she could help me find anything. She couldn’t have been more than 22, and was petite and striking. She wore a white scoop-neck T-shirt, tight-fitting jeans, and black-toed sling-backs with four-inch spikes. Her black hair was closely cropped, almost boyish, but she had the longest, silkiest-looking eyelashes I had ever seen. As I looked down at her (I’m a blonde, about five-foot-eight; she was probably five-foot-four), I couldn’t help but wonder how she was keeping her beautiful, large brown... Read More