Valade, who was standing by
her chair, glancing around the packed pink-papered saloon with a heavy frown
on his face, was a thickset man of coarse, reddened feature, with a discontented
air. ‘Espèce de bête,’ she snarled. Upon a
table, where they had been hastily deposited, on the intelligence of Darrell's
accident, lay a pair of pink kid gloves, bordered with lace, and an enormous fan;
the latter, when opened, represented the metamorphosis and death of Actæon. Celeste he
knew. She painted
on the Root Beer Lip Smackers lip gloss that Shari had
bought her last Christmas and rouged her cheeks as she
had long ago as she once had for Sebastian. She breathed deeply of the starch of his
shirt. The Roof and the Window
V.
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