The Westing Game
'All mothers think their children are beautiful. Rosalie was an exceptional child, they said, but she was the lovingest person that ever was.'
'My mother doesn't think I'm beautiful.'
'Of course she does.' (11.6-8)
Theo nodded, awed by the beautiful Angela, three years older than he, so fair-skinned and blonde, so unattainable. Here he was sitting at the very same table with her, just the two of them, and he couldn't think of a single thing to say that wasn't stupid or childish or childishly stupid. (13.19)
Why bother with driving lessons, her mother said, anyone as pretty as you can always find a handsome young man to chauffeur you. She should have insisted. She should have said no just once to her mother, just once. It was too late now. (14.48)