For a moment, she almost can't speak, as memories of seeing her aunt sitting at this very vanity to prepare for a speech or a party or an evening out fill her mind. She can almost smell the perfume Aunt Peggy uses, can feel the silky smooth powder puff Aunt Peggy used to teasingly pat over a small, fascinated Sharon's nose and cheeks.

The swell of longing for those simple, innocent days is almost too much to take. "It's gorgeous," she agrees, when she's sure her voice will sound normal. "And it's just the right size for you, Aunt Peggy."