The Cassandra Complex
“The first was in the bedroom next to the one where Lisa had been lodged. She had reddish-brown hair, severely cut into a styleless bob, and sharply delineated features flecked with freckles and moles. She was older than Lisa had expected, though not as old as Lisa herself. Lisa paused long enough to examine the tenor of the muscles in the arm that rested on top of the blanket covering her naked body.“Metabolic retuning and artificial steroids,” Leland opined, but Lisa shook her head.“Hard work, mostly,” she said. “Carefully calculated diet, obsessive exercising, strict denial of all cosmetic and quasimedical aids. She’s a Real Woman.”“I don’t go for the muscular type myself,” Leland observed.“Real Woman with a capital R and a capital W,” Lisa said.“I thought they’d gone the same way as all once-fashionable causes. Died with the so-called third phase of feminism, didn’t they? Before my time, of course.”And beyond your interest, evidently, Lisa added silently.
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