Fiction

(John is a new male friend of Agatha's (who is 50+) and she didn't want him to tell the police that someone tried to kill her so she quickly kisses him to keep him quiet).

"Agatha threw herself into his arms and kissed him on the mouth. 'Don't tell them,' she mumbled against his lips, and then drew away saying, 'Oh, darling. I am so frightened'

"John looked at Agatha impassively"

While John talked, Agatha nervously fingered her lips. She found that one sturdy hair was growing just above her upper lip and blushed red with mortification. Had he felt it? Should she excuse herself and run up to the bathroom and yank it out? But if she left the room, and without her controlling presence, John might let slip about the attempt on her life.

Such was her worry about that hair that she could hardly feel all the fear she should have been feeling about what had been another attempt on her life.