Late in the afternoon Clair Louise Faulkner stood in the
middle of her studio apartment facing the elongated mirror
on her closed bathroom door. Sunlight saturated the win-
dows behind her， windows which had drawn her to this par-
ticular place. They raised her spirits daily with their view of
~aceful hills lined with tidy houses.
~ She wore a pale purple body suit. Her mother would
have told her to avoid anything that showed her bulges the
eeay this did; however， her mother had been dead for over a
~ear and Clair was redefining her life， rethinking her priori-
Jes.
Pulling yards of transparent， lavender， gauzy fabric out
)f a paper bag， she draped it around her shoulders with a
]ourish， chin raised in a gesture which was either triumphant
~r belligerent. She had lived on her own in a strange city for
~ver a year now. Soon she would be thirty-six.
She bunched the material one way， then another， won-
lered what her dad would have said about all this. She imag-
ned him shaking his head， perplexed， relighting his pipe and
ticking up his paper.
Stretching to see over her shoulder she wished she had
:nother mirror， found a small one and examined the view of
Ler backside. The effect she wanted was slowly coming to-
iether.
From another bag she pulled a dark plum-colored tutu，
tepped into it and pulled it up around her hips. She had
，een such a good girl for so many years， such a good daugh-
er， coming back after college first to take care of her stroke-
lowed father， t aen both parents. They d been so different，
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