It was the way she threw her head back and laughed at Two-Bits jokes.
It was the way her eyes were brown in the winter and green in the summer.
It was the way she was great with kids.
It was when she braided her hair when she was nervous.
It was the way she would steal my leather jacket from me on cold nights.
It was the way she loved The Beatles.
It was the way her eyes lit up at Christmas time.
It was the way she was friends with anyone.
It was the way she loved making funny faces at me every morning.
It was the way she was a night owl but wasn't much on parties.
It was the way she brought out Dallas Winstons, toughest greaser around, soft side.
