A sandy-haired woman stood there, holding two red folders.
The screen held the image of a sandy-haired woman.
The second woman, also slender and sandy-haired, could have been a twin to the first, except for the lesser depth of her eyes.
The sandy-haired woman viewing the screen froze the image and studied it.
A small, sandy-haired woman who worked in the next cubicle to Winston was between them.
The little sandy-haired woman gave a squeak of mingled fear and disgust.
The sandy-haired young woman, although but a few years more than a girl, stood nearly a head taller than Secca.
The sandy-haired young woman flushed, then lowered her eyes.
Sighing heavily, I turned away from the window to see a young woman, short, sandy-haired and smiling.
She was a sandy-haired woman, with a faint whining voice.
