It was the fashion magazines that got her down. At 12 and 13 her mother’s industry publications made it abundantly clear. You aren’t having a good time unless you are laughing with your mouth open. Generally with a bunch of other people your age who are all on a yacht sporting the latest in nautical wear somewhere with a blue sea. She never really mastered the yacht, nautical wear, or groups of beautiful friends. But she could manufacture gaiety with the best of them. Creeping towards 50, she could laugh open-mouthed ’till the cows came home. They at least appreciated her efforts.