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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