I have a pairof dressy leather sandals with a one inch platform and fourinch heels. I slipped into them and fastened the anklestraps. I walked over ...nd looked at myself in the fulllength mirror. There was that girl I had seen in the mirrorat Mr. Fun's, but with a different hair style.I looked at my hands. They were too plain for this look.So, I got out a set of press on nails, in red, and carefullyapplied them. Then added a couple rings. Again, I lookedat this girl in the mirror and she. " But..." Missy tried."Go try it on!" You don't argue with Miriam, I found that out years ago. Missy shrugged, found one her size, and went into the dressing room. After a few minutes, she came out, very tentatively. I don't know why. She looked great. I told her so."My stomach's showing!" Only a little, and it that outfit, it's supposed to." You really think this looks good on me?" she asked."Vat, are you nuts?" Miriam spoke up. "You look gorchuss." Mom agreed.She stood there, still looking. I had an opportunity to change jobs and work from home so I took the plunge, researched different countries and affordable rentals, and moved. This village had everything I was looking for; charm, close to other people, shops and the most adorable living space and garden. I had met my ex at an art opening and he had swept me off my feet. I was only twenty-three and was overtaken by his charisma and romantic qualities. He was twenty-five years my senior and had me at 'hello.' His confidence and. I've had this desk since I was younger. Itwas practically an antique. It was my great grandmothers. Rich dark hard woodof some sort, not certain what kind exactly. When I was little, I'd carverandom words into the underside of the desk. I forgot they were there untilrecently. Reading it can be haunting. The jumbled scribbles of my childhood,pressed into the grains. I try not to think about it, or at least not look atit. I always wrote. Nobodyknew what exactly what I was writing about. I didn't.