Aunt Greta takes little Melissa to London and has her scour the West End streets for pigeon toes. "Pigeon toes are lucky." Apparently Susannah is listening to the stories I tell and she gets that city birds eat burgers. Sadly, I have failed to convey the heights of Greta's coiffure and the how strength of will and nothing more kept her ruby lipstick within the confines of her lips and off her teeth and cheeks.
