Status Updates From The Winter of Our Discontent

She flung open her closet and laid hands on the sweet, provocative dress she had been saving for the 4th of July, dressing as quickly and efficiently as a butcher whets his knife, and she checked against a full-length mirror the way that same butcher rests his blade against his thumb. Smart, chic, confident, the lady with pretty legs and immaculate white gloves. No man she passed failed to look after her.