She was not the still quiet type. Aphrodites never are.

Once in his life, every man is entitled to fall madly in love with a gorgeous redhead.

RedheadAll over the houseStrands of copper hairLike filaments from a cobwebCollect.If you and IWere ever to part— For months, perhaps years,I’d be combing out,Brushing or picking upStrands of significance,Traces of youIn my life

It was dreadful. They tried to put the little redhead in a cage.