A stranger used to be able to tell Fio's age at a glance. Now it would take two glances--one behind her right ear, one behind her left.
Fiorella's facelift must have worked--when the was in HEB yesterday, not
only did the cashier refrain from calling her "dear," but she didn't automatically
signal for a carry-out.
Fio's gotten so used to her facelift that her old photos look foreign to her, like they're of . . . her mother.