She had liked the young man's looks, and his short-sighted eyes, and his odd way of speaking, that was abrupt yet soft, just as his hands were sun-burnt and sinewy, yet with smooth nails like a woman's.
And we've discussed like what I really like, which is light, gentle scratches, which is like the lightest of touch with the nails that would drive many people, including my wife, crazy.
He saw the wrinkles on her face; saw the artificial arrangement of her hair; the pointed elbows, and, above all, her large thumb nail, resembling that of her father.