Iron Lady

Ladies do not sit on rough walls. Their delicate bodies should touch nothing but silk and fine linen. If there is texture, let it be that of tiny diamonds or the links of a delicate gold-and-pearl chain. If a lady touches leather, let it be the upholstery of a sports car or some other vehicle highly prized by the white-collar set. But this princess is no ordinary lady. She lives on a farm, raises goats among mango trees, and occasionally welds metal alongside her father. A true lady of steel, and she has come to rest today upon this rough wall.