She took out the jar of cold cream and set it on the dressing table before her and looked in the mirror. She had looked good tonight. She had meant to look good. It was her husband's first night home. Not her husband ... Not her husband. She wished she would look old. She took the shades off the lamps. That was better. She looked worse.
"Trilogy In Hysteria,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 11
, Article 2.
Available at: http://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol11/iss3/2