As soon as she had saved up her ucus, she made the long-dreamed-of trip 
to the mod parlor, strode in with her jawline riding high as the hull of a 
clipper ship above a black turtleneck, looking very like a ractor, and asked 
for the Jodie. That turned a few heads in the waiting room. From 
there on it was all very good, madam, and please make yourself 
comfortable here and would you like tea, madam. It was the first 
time since she and her mother had left home that anyone had offered her tea, 
instead of ordering her to make some, and she knew perfectly well it would be 
the last time for several years, even if she got lucky.