Patrick Donahue had been my closest friend since as long as I could remember. We were inseparable all through grammar school and our three years at Jesuit high. He'd been a little guy, much shorter than I, until we were freshmen. Then he shot up and out almost overnight. Grown ups thought he was adorable when he was little; now they were charmed by his poise and mature courtesy. Older girls once said he was "so cute" with his towhead, long eyelashes, and silver-blue eyes. Now that he was seventeen, women of all ages thought he was magnificent.
Source: The cardinal sin, Andrew M. Greeley
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