Fanny's scissors moved steadily round the armhole and slit down the sleeve, revealing a surprisingly soft white arm and shoulder. Across the shoulder was an ancient cicatrice.

Let me show you my etchings.

[…] Respect for your / Elders was lost right then— / In the pistol whippings, the pimp slaps, cold / Beatdowns and in-home invasions and / [page break] / Mass killings we read about in / The newspapers and on the “Action / News” and on all the subway trains / Fleeing the cities you inhabited.

Tunics rule in my book; paired with denim or tights, they create a chic look that happens to be super comf, and you don’t have to worry about sucking in your stomach after that big meal (plus birthday cake).