Outward beauty disguising a freak:
I nicknamed her “Ninochka-the-Okay-Girl” because she had a habit of saying okay to everything, with neither hesitation nor enthusiasm. [..]
I talked to her and I invited her to talk. I introduced her to other people, trying to observe her behaviour. She behaved with everyone as she behaved with me. Arousing her acquiescence was a breeze; arousing her interest, impossible. [...]
Ninochka stopped and looked at me. It was amazing. The transfiguration was sudden and complete. Her features were no longer immobile. There was spirit and animation in her green eyes. Her face flushed, as if suffused with the one pleasant memory of her life: The memory of a younger sister impaled on an iron fence. For the first time ever, her lips parted in a warm, human, delicious smile.
I hope Jonas ran as fast as he could from this psycho chick.
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I don’t know. She sounds okay to me.
Now, you behave.
I’l take the “OK’ girl any day. Try marrying an Italian – it’s like living at the foot of Mt. Visuviusm clear and calm one moment, a fire belching inferno the next. PMS times were off the map, there were camp out in the garage weeks.
Ok, I give up, you guys win. I guess being gorgeous and acquiescent can lead men to overlook the sociopath inside her.
Actually, you’ve just described a lot of women — not just Italians.
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