"By the way, I'm really curious, how are things going between you and your 'black-face' instructor at home?" Jane Sampson thought of Mair Williams when she saw her.
"You really have a way with words, just mentioning 'your home' hits right in the heart," Mair Williams said happily, initially trying to touch Jane Sampson's face before recalling they were both made up, then with a sheepish smile, she withdrew her hand.
Jane Sampson raised her eyebrows, quite surprised.
"From the sound of it, have you succeeded?" Jane Sampson was about to applaud for Mair Williams. Knowing the difficulty of bewildering the 'black-face' instructor, and it has only been several months, how could she not applaud Mair Williams?
