'At least you want me,' she told Roland, her face damp and glistening.

He could tell her face to face how sorry he was for the incident of the previous night.

If he was pleased, he hadn't bothered telling his face about it.

I could tell from the way his face creased in a kewpie-doll smile that I'd allowed my terror to show.

One parking lot sign reads: "If you're happy, tell your face!"

I told my face it was supposed to look enrapt with anything she might say.

He never tells his face what he is thinking.

A wave of heat tells me my face is red.

"I'm cutting wood," he told me, his face very serious.

If he'd ever been happy in all his days, he hadn't bothered telling his face about it.