I brushed against the old woman and shrieked in dismay, seeing her long gray hair and craggy face. Her spider-like fingers caught my arm to keep her balance, and I jerked away.
"Cover yourself!" I shouted.
She flaunted the rule of decency; those of us who would be young forever did not want to see death.
"You think you are one of the blessed?" she asked. "Your end of time will come."
I didn't believe her, but words haunted me. I dyed my hair every week and covered new lines on my face with makeup.
I would live forever.