Null told me my feet were the cleanest and prettiest he'd ever seen. He demanded to know what soap I use and guessed correctly, that yes I do moisturize. He complimented my evenly trimmed, perfectly curved toenails. He smiled from ear to ear with delight and said the length was just right. He told me he'd framed the picture and put it on the ceiling above his bed so every night as he drifts off to sleep after a glass of warm milk and chocolate chip cookies, he can fall asleep to the sight of what he himself called, my heavenly feet.