“An hour seldom passed in which she didn’t either sneeze, pick her nose, or wipe a bogie onto her snot-encrusted sleeve. But she had such a lovely colour. That pink glow which comes with the flu used to engulf her like an aura. It suited her. She always looked so damn effervescent.” ColorSickSicknessFluChronic IllnessGlowAuraSneezeEffervescentPink Glow Book:The Little Voice Source: The Little Voice