`i`d never known a girl like Doreen before. Doreen came from a society girls` college down south and had bright white hair standing out in a cotton candy fluff round her head and blue eyes like transparent agate marbels, hard and polished and just about indestructible, and a moth set on a sort of perpetual sneer. i don`t mean a nasty sneer, but an amused, mysterious sneer, as if all the people around her were pretty silly and she could tell some good jokes on them if she wanted to.`