Nancy, an attractive titian blond, grinned up at her friend.
I woke myself up to make sure I wasn’t dreaming, that Mike was really beside me. I kissed the pillow close up near his cheek because I didn’t want to wake him. He opened one eye and grinned at me. “Don’t waste ’em, kitten."
You’re evil, you know that?” I said. She grinned and shook her head. “Chaotic Neutral, sugar.
But he felt too confident in Catherine’s beautiful nature to be afraid of Ned. Catherine, who loved beauty, who was so much moved by it—witness her rapt face at The Immortal Hour—would never listen to blandishments from anyone with Ned’s nose. Besides, Ned was elderly. In spite of the fur rug up to his chin, Christopher had seen that all right. He was an elderly, puffy man. Elderliness and love! He grinned to himself. If only the elderly could see themselves….
Elizabeth von Arnim
He grinned at her, and she grinned at him, and it seemed to Maria that suddenly the sun came out.