She takes little risks. When you think she's out marching the carnal-minded places, she is really sitting in bed with a book. Her legs crossed indian style, her hair hanging down to the page like sagging summer weeds, she looked up suddenly because an idea came to her. She dragged her finger along her lip. Her endeavor to make the change like a drop of water hesitating to fall from a clenched fist. She takes little risks.