feeling. Her big four-poster bed with the white eyelet lace cover and pillows provided such a beautiful contrast to the rough-hewn gray logs of the walls. It was a room that would have looked in place a hundred years ago. It was a restful space.
And that restfulness was completely lost on her.
She threw open her closet door and began to sort frantically through the meager items hanging there. After realizing she had not one suitable thing to wear to a barn dance or any other kind of dance, she went into her tiny bathroom and looked in the mirror.
She took off her glasses and studied her eyes. Hesitating, she reached for a small pot of makeup.
An hour later she stared at herself, aghast. She looked precisely like Bobo the Clown.
She found herself making the call she never thought she would make.
“Mom? I need you.”
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