When cute is gone it’s gone for good. At home in her cramped life in the city, Magda inventories her slipping appeal. Yes, she still bleaches her hair, a punishing process. She even bleaches her eyebrows so that they match. She’s been doing this religiously since high school. But each year since she’s turned thirty, the benefit vs. headache ratio of maintaining her physical plant grows more hazy. Then a funny thing happens after her plane touches down in Milwaukee. The people are nice. They welcome her graciously. Look her in the eye. Magda feels as if she’s magically peeled away ten years.  And so she checks out the local real estate listings.