Bronwyn winced. "Yer not gonna try to dress me up like a barbie doll, are ya?"<br/>Tara laughed. "Of course not."<br/>"Because women have tried it before." Bronwyn went on. "An' I just look stupid."<br/>Tara took Bronwyn's arm and steered her toward the door. "No barbie dolls, I promise."<br/>Bronwyn had no idea where she was going, so she let Tara lead. Along the way, they passed the lively bluegrass fiddler who had sold Bronwyn her cello.<br/>"'Ey dere, young miss! How's my old beauty treatin' ya?" he called out.<br/>"Just as fine an' lovely as any true beauty does!" Bronwyn called back.<br/>"You know Leon?" Tara asked Bronwyn as they made their way down the street.<br/>"Only briefly. He sold me his cello the other night. That's the 'beauty' he was referencin'." Bronwyn answered.