The Crimson Countess

I met Jackie in Sicily just over two years ago. She has had 5 joint replacements and counting. She dances with all the best guys.  She is tanned from years of sailing and sun-worshipping.  Her hair has either a pink or purple streak running through it so her friend calls her the Crimson Countess.  She is tiny with a personality that doesn’t fit her frame, packed with fun and very practical. She has a smart accent and no pretensions. In a breath she flits from mock-imperious, to indignation, to innocence, to laughter.   She keeps the peace. She is open and optimistic. She has the measure of things.