The girl stood in the narrow doorway a moment before she went, slowly, into the living-room. She did not speak to her mother who was sitting in the dingy, brown leather chair by the window, did not seem to notice the anxious, gray eyes staring at her through old-fashioned, horn-rimmed glasses. She walked aimlessly about the room, then stopped to peer out of the window. "Mother," the girl began, still looking through the window into the cold, December twilight.
"A New Formal,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 10
, Article 9.
Available at: http://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol10/iss4/9