"How are you?" she asked, lightly tapping a finger against the upholstery of the armchair. A small smile played on her lips, but her eyes flashed with an opposite intensity I hadn't had time to name. "Fine," I answered, working to replicate the familiar, carefree lilt my voice carried when I was happy. But she wasn't fooled. Her translucent eyes saw everything, missed nothing. - - - - - - HOW LONG WILL IT TAKE YOU TO CAVE AND EARN TRANSLUCENT EYES OF YOUR OWN?