Is that what was wrong with my life? Safe, stable, boring, and tepid. When did I become the beige girl? Did Mike feel the same way I wondered, as I gr...bbed a sweater out of the dresser and made my way to the front door. There it was. On my front entry rug a postcard in soft pink, with a deeper blush color around the edges. It looked lurid and out of place in my beige home. I bent to pick it up, pushing Sally away from it, as she was doing her usual dance of excitement around the front door. The. Now this might sound funny but I’d never been to a live concert before, coming from a small town there just wasn’t the appeal, except for to odd pantomimes at Christmas. Now in the bigger cities there were the regular theatres where live productions were staged. Reading the paper one night I noticed an ad for a musical revue that was playing at one of them, that featured a famous entertainer named Harry Secombe. I’d often heard him on the radio, and thought he was funny and told Catherine I. I wasled over to a full-length mirror and was shocked by what I saw.I was beautiful. I looked like a goddess and reeked of sex andfemininity. The woman beamed as they looked at their creation."You're going to make Mr. Robert very happy," Miss Hattie said as Iwas escorted out the front door where Aldo was waiting for me.He treated me like a lady, holding the door open as I sat in theback seat, trying my best to be demure. He stopped to tell me that Ilooked beautiful before taking me to meet. " he asked just to make conversation."I don't really have one. My business it is more reactive than proactive," I replied. "How about you Gunny?" It's Monday, I hike ten miles on Mondays. After that my day is pretty much open. It is most days after my hike. I usually stop in at the senior center for cards and lots of coffee. Sometimes I go to a meeting." Ah friends of Bill meetings," I said knowingly."You a friend of Bill's too?" No, I was once married to a friend of Bills. He could keep up.