Her hair is short straight, dirty blonde, and combed back exposing a pale white forehead. An actress she is; her right cheek is close to the camera, angled up at her from below, showing the sharp line of her jaw.
On the tip of her nose, there glistens a single tear drop, hanging.
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“What am I going to do without him?” She wails.
Look again, because it is not apparent at first. The thread of another tear comes from the corner of her eye, carves a line down her powdered cheek, blends with the faint wrinkles of an onset middle age.
It is her crowning moment, the scene.
Her nose is pert and the drop on the end of her nose wavers but does not fall.
Behind her, his mother sits on a cushioned couch. She is out of focus.
The actress’ mouth, lips parted, wrinkled with moisture, frames in up close, oval, lips creviced, unvarnished, wrinkle more.
The camera pushes in until the shot is all mouth, lips now pitted like the soft rustling shell of a caterpillar, quivering imperceptibly.
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