A woman came down the pink steps, humming in the wite core of the sun. She set each foot slowly, with a kind of pleasure, and her skin melted white like a candle. She had a figure of a Forties siren, crammed into a straining cream cotton dress.
A woman came down the pink steps, humming in the wite core of the sun. She set each foot slowly, with a kind of pleasure, and her skin melted white like a candle. She had a figure of a Forties siren, crammed into a straining cream cotton dress.