The Girdle

shutting the door

"Mother," I whispered. "Hush now," she said. "It's not the end of the world."

the straps, the pinching, the new stiffness under my pinafore--flesh reined in

"You wear this now, and this," she told me. Bringing out the girdle and the rest. Obscene, suddenly.

and on the other side of the door Jessie, listening, her eyes huge and greedy

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