With an effort she pushed the iron over the last patch of wrinkled, white shirt, conscious of the stabbing pains in her back and shoulders. Force of habit made her gently slide the shirt off the end of the board and start to retouch the collar, pulling the collar after the iron to round it. She tilted the iron up on the board. It settled with a thud, and she rubbed her arm across her forehead, dotted with perspiration.
Fark, Betty Jo
""My Father's Business","
Manuscripts: Vol. 12
, Article 4.
Retrieved from: https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol12/iss1/4