permanently pressed repressed and depressed
The golden evening sun is setting on the western edge of the house and the leaves of a cluster of hickorys are rustling just outside the window. I'm sitting at the dresser brushing my hair when out of the corner of my eye, I see a note come under the door...something of a soir'ee and would I be so kind as to come downstairs to join them. Someone's birthday. ...and if it pleased me, I might find something clean in the armoire in the hall. Well, okay...