

I keep looking over the picture of the woman, trying to compare it to whatever the other image is of, and I’m not sure what they’re talking about. I’ve gone over every inch of her body and I don’t know what any of this is about. I’m sorry, what’s going on?
I don’t even know. I must’ve caught a glimpse of something when I wrote that, but I’ll be darned if I can’t find it now. There’s only the Illustrated Woman that I can see now.